"Dad, I was wrong," said Wang Yi as soon as Wang Xiaoqiang's family of three returned to the villa. "I shouldn't have failed to acknowledge you last night."
"You were misled by Matsushita Taro, I don't blame you. I'm relieved you can still recognize me as your father." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled, patting his son's head. The little guy looked a lot like him and had a stubborn streak, just like him.
"Xiaoqiang, let's not have Wang Yi practice martial arts anymore," Qiao Hui recalled the earlier situation, feeling anxious and thinking that practicing martial arts would only lead to endless fighting.
Wang Xiaoqiang laughed and said, "Alright, as you say. However, self-defense skills are still necessary. Otherwise, no matter how much wealth or high social status you have, you'll still be at the mercy of others. Today was a vivid example."
Hearing this, Qiao Hui nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that makes sense. So you're suggesting our son continue practicing martial arts?"
