Zhao Feiyang said indifferently, "President Tang, haven't you seen your son?"
Tang Jingwei sighed, sizing up the injuries on Zhao Feiyang's face. The guy was badly hurt. Tang Jingwei had a bit of a headache but felt no sympathy for Zhao Feiyang. It would be better if this brat were dead. In fact, recently, he had been quietly collecting evidence of Zhao Feiyang's business crimes. Don't think that being two-faced means no one can touch you. No one who betrays me has a good end.
Zhao Feiyang said, "My chest hurts a lot. I won't get up to greet you."
Tang Jingwei said, "No worries, your recovery is most important." He sat on the sofa by the bed, habitually crossing his legs, continuing to observe Zhao Feiyang.
