Wang Jiasen didn't press the issue. He knew Zhao Dezhu was incredibly stubborn; once his mind was made up, wild horses couldn't change it.
Besides, Zhao Dezhu was fiercely protective of his own. Zhao Jingrou was his only daughter, and he had doted on her since she was a child. He couldn't even bear to scold her loudly, let alone lay a hand on her. Now, the daughter he had never touched had been struck by someone else. With Zhao Dezhu's temper, it would have been a miracle if he didn't fly into a rage and seek revenge.
After a moment's hesitation, Wang Jiasen asked tentatively, "Old Zhao, what do you plan to do?"
"What do I plan to do?" Zhao Dezhu said through gritted teeth. "That brat dared to impersonate my Zhao Family and strike my daughter. I'm not just going to cripple both of his hands; I'm going to utterly destroy his reputation, turn him into a notorious fraud, and make him an object of public scorn!"
