A villa somewhere in Beijing.

Yao Junjun stood opposite Yao Aiguo, his short legs, which were completely wrapped in plaster, looking aggrieved.

Yao Aiguo's face was ashen, and he was trembling with anger.

He was busy cleaning up this guy's mess when he fucking pooped again.

It's one thing to poop, but it fell into a latrine.

"You little beast, what exactly happened? Explain yourself clearly."

"Dad, this really isn't my fault, I'm innocent! It was all Hu Xiaotian who instigated me. Besides, my leg was broken, I'm truly innocent!"

Yao Junjun felt extremely wronged at that moment.

Zhao Qingqing and Anna were perfectly fine, but he and Hu Xiaotian not only took medicine but also had their legs broken. Where could they go to seek justice?

He was hoping his father would stand up for him, but instead he was met with a barrage of scolding.

He felt he was more wronged than Dou E.

Yao Aiguo watched him complaining, and he felt like he was going to die.

A surge of resentment rose in my heart, which I could no longer suppress.

Whoever is wronged is, of course, the father.

What terrible things must one have done in their past life to produce such a thing?

Now his son's legs have been broken, but he still has to swallow his anger and endure it.

Why?

You've been going to all those charming women, is it really fair to break your leg?

Of course, it would be fine if he were an ordinary person, but he's anything but ordinary!

Feeling utterly exhausted, Yao Aiguo glanced at Yao Junjun, who was standing on one leg, with a touch of pity.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that. You better stay away from that bastard Hu Xiaotian from now on."

Upon hearing this, Yao Junjun jumped forward a few times, "Dad, my leg is broken! How can you just let it go like this? I'm not reconciled!"