"Why did you call me back?
Wow, you didn't even bother to save face, you just let people in!"
Meng Zhihui came in from outside at this time, and as soon as he came in, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa with red eyes.
"Is that how you talk to your own father? Where are your usual manners?"
Seeing him like this, Meng Jianguo became even angrier.
"Why, was I wrong? You and my mother haven't divorced yet, but you can't wait to bring her back.
You can do it, so why are you afraid of what I say?"
Meng Zhihui didn't feel anything about Meng Jianguo's anger. He sat down on the sofa nonchalantly and looked at him sideways.
"Tell me, why did you call me back in broad daylight?
See how loving you are?"
"Chen Lang is missing?" Meng Jianguo stopped getting angry and said listlessly.
"What does his disappearance have to do with me!" Meng Zhihui asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Look at what you said. What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? He's your brother. Are you still human?"
The anger that Meng Jianguo had just suppressed flared up again and grew more and more intense.
"My younger brother is Meng Zhiming, and he is in school now! You haven't forgotten him, have you?" Meng Zhihui looked at him sarcastically.
"Find someone to help me. I remember you have a friend in the underworld. Can you ask him to help find out who is so bold as to kidnap my son, Meng Jianguo?"
Meng Jianguo deliberately ignored what Meng Zhihui said and asked him directly to find someone for help.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't do anything, you should find someone else!"
When Meng Zhihui heard him say this, he simply refused and stood up to leave.
"Stop, what's with that attitude? After all, that's your brother. Now he's missing. As his brother, shouldn't you try to look for him?"
Seeing that he wanted to leave, Meng Jianguo started roaring again.
"Zhihui, I beg you, please help me find Chenlang.
I kneel down for you, please, please!"
When Meng Chenlang's mother saw Meng Zhihui was about to leave, she hurried forward to grab him, then began to kneel down crying and kowtowed to him several times.
"Yaya, what are you doing? Get up quickly. He is a junior. How can you kneel before him?
You too, you insisted on making your aunt kneel down and beg you, and you weren't afraid of shortening your own life!"
Meng Jianguo saw her trying to pull people away with such heartache, and looked at him fiercely, as if Meng Zhihui had done something unforgivable.
"Did I fucking ask her to kneel? Did I ask her to beg me? Who should I blame if she kneels down herself?"
Meng Zhihui also got angry. Since childhood, whenever something related to Meng Chenlang happened, he would scold them without asking any questions. Even An Yongjie was always taught a lesson by him.
"You're right. I called you back today to help me find someone.
Why don't you call your friend right away? Also, call your uncle and ask him to help look for it. He has a lot of people under him."
Meng Jianguo arranged Meng Zhihui as a matter of course, as if what had just happened had not happened.
“I said I can’t do it, and do you have the nerve to ask my uncle to help find someone?
Oh, I just taught Xiaojie a lesson for Meng Chenlang a few days ago, and now I want to ask his father for help. I’m sorry, I’m not happy about it.
Meng Zhihui looked at him in surprise and doubt, wanting to see how strange this old man's train of thought was.
“Asshole, I’m your father, and that’s how you talk to your father.
I'm putting this on hold today. You must do this, or don't blame me for not thinking about the father-son relationship."
Meng Jianguo placed Meng Chenlang's mother on the sofa, picked up the crutch beside the sofa, turned around and hit Meng Zhihui with the stick.
Meng Zhihui didn't expect him to attack him, and he didn't react for a moment. He was hit on the back by him, and he felt a burning pain on his back.
Just when Meng Jianguo was about to attack again, he was stopped by Meng Zhihui. His face was gloomy, as if covered with a layer of frost.
"Don't force me to do anything to you!" He pushed Meng Jianguo away. Meng Jianguo didn't stand firmly and fell directly onto the sofa. He was shaking with anger and pointed at Meng Zhihui: "You, you, you..."
"Zhihui, are you okay? Let mom check if you're okay!"
When An Mi came in from outside, she happened to see Meng Zhihui being hit by Meng Jianguo. She quickened her pace and went forward to check Meng Zhihui's back.
Looking at the red and swollen bar, An Mi's eyes were red as she yelled at Meng Jianguo:
"Meng Jianguo, how dare you lay hands on my son!"
After saying that, he rushed forward and gave Meng Jianguo a loud slap in the face.
"You, you actually dare to hit me!"
Meng Jianguo looked at An Mi in disbelief. When did his once gentle and lovely wife turn into a furious lion?
"Husband!" Meng Chenlang's mother was also shocked and hurried forward to support Meng Jianguo.
"What's wrong with beating you? How have you treated me, Zhihui, Zhiming, and Yongjie over the years? I have to be taught a lesson by you from time to time.
When have you ever cared about my feelings or the feelings of my children for this woman?
In the past, I always thought that a family should be harmonious, especially a wealthy family, and they should pay more attention to these things. But what about you? How do you do it?
He's been flaunting this woman and his illegitimate son around, causing trouble everywhere. Now it's even worse. I've only been away from home for a few days, and she's already entered the house.
Now that you are in trouble, you start looking for Zhihui. How can you be so shameless?
And you, knowing that you are the best, your husband's screams sound so nice!
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