"Ah! The hearts of parents are so compassionate everywhere!"
Fatty sighed as he spoke, then hung up the phone and tossed it to the Second Generation of the Black, whose expression was uncertain:
"Get lost! Don't let me see you again, or I'm really going to break your legs."
After saying that, Fatty returned to the bar counter, intending for someone to casually give him a drink. But he suddenly saw the bottle in Yang Yan's hand, gritted his teeth, and ordered an even better one.
Seeing that Fatty wasn't going to pursue the matter, the group of hooligans felt as if they'd received a pardon and hurriedly ran outside.
As if staying even a moment longer would result in being devoured by the bar's beasts.
However, there was one person who didn't run.
It was the Second Generation of the Black holding the phone, stunned.
The others standing far away perhaps didn't hear, but he did hear it.
It was his first time hearing his father speak to someone like that.
What was going on?
