Returning to the presidential room, Ding Ri reached out and patted Li Fei on the shoulder: "Brother, if you can walk out of this room standing today, I'll call you 'dad'. "
"Then you might as well start warming up with a few calls now, you'll have to call me sooner or later anyway." Li Fei spoke in a tone of disappointed sarcasm, "Just looking at you now, I only regret that I didn't manage to shoot you onto the wall back when I had the chance, leaving the world with another piece of trash."
"You dare insult me?"
Ding Ri exerted force in his palm, gripping Li Fei's shoulder tightly, attempting to crush his bone.
Yet despite exerting all his strength, he couldn't harm his opponent in the slightest; it felt like he was squeezing a rock, not flesh and blood.
Li Fei slowly turned around and scolded: "Disobedient child, you dare raise your hand to your father? Kneel down and apologize quickly!"
"It's you?"
