Zhao Ruilong felt aggrieved. If there were an award for the most disastrous second-generation scion in Handong in 1998, he would have cast a vote for himself without hesitation.
That was right; Zhao Ruilong had been beaten again.
It all started when Zhao Lichun began lecturing him on life experience. Zhao Ruilong had been unimpressed, smugly asserting that as long as the evidence wasn't produced, who could prove that the words were his? Could it be that even Zhang Tianhua had recorded the conversation? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Chapter 773