The computer hit him. It didn't hurt, but it defeated Lin Langtian's last psychological defense.
He howled and shouted: "No way, this happened several years ago, how could they take such a video!"
"What else is impossible!?" Lin Zhengbin pointed at Lin Langtian, his face turned livid with anger.
"How do you expect to hide the bastard things you did yourself from others for the rest of your life!? Now that the old man has received this thing, let me see what you do!"
The woman's face was also turning pale, and she said in panic: "Zhengbin, with the old man's temper, knowing that Xiaotian not only takes drugs but also does such things, I'm afraid he will be kicked out of the house. Think of a way quickly."
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Lin Zhengbin roared: "Find a way? What can I think of? This time not only is this traitor, but I will also be in trouble!"
"Don't you know how fiercely your uncles compete with me in the family? How much effort and price I spent on pushing you to the position of chairman of Colorful Media, and now this is how you behave!?
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Lin Zhengbin, who became more and more angry as he spoke, raised his foot and kicked Lin Langtian in the stomach. The latter screamed and fell to the ground, crying: "Dad, I know I was wrong, please help me."
Lin Zhengbin stared coldly at the embarrassed Lin Langtian, feeling extremely disappointed.
He would rather Lin Langtian had some backbone at this time, which would at least show that he still had the courage to take action.
But now seeing the unbearable performance of the son whom he had so much hope for, Lin Zhengbin felt angry and helpless.
It was impossible for him to really ignore his biological son, but this trouble was so big that even he found it difficult.
After decades of ups and downs, Lin Zhengbin had not had this feeling of being at a loss for a long time. He did not expect to experience it again, but it would be brought about by his own son.
At this time, the housekeeper came over quietly, brought a phone call and said: "Master, I'm calling you on the phone."
Lin Zhengbin said impatiently: "If you don't answer, just say I'm busy."
The housekeeper whispered: "It's the Huo family's phone number."
Lin Zhengbin's expression darkened and he took the call.
"Brother Lin is still so busy that you don't have time to answer my calls?" Huo Zhenzhou said jokingly.
Lin Zhengbin's expression was gloomy, and he said with a smile: "Huo Zhenzhou, your Huo family has played well this time. My useless son has given you a hard time. If you want to do anything, just tell me."
What Lin Zhengbin meant in his words was that the Huo family was shameless, and by attacking the third generation Lin Langtian, he was insinuating a mockery of Huo Zhenzhou.
Huo Zhenzhou didn't care at all. Instead, he said with a smile: "Brother Lin misunderstood. What happened this time has nothing to do with my Huo family. We were just running errands. The real great one is my nephew Li Jin."
"I just learned about the whole thing. After reviewing it, I feel very happy. How is my nephew doing? Brother Lin, can you still live with it?"
Lin Zhengbin almost crushed the phone in his hand, gritted his teeth, and sneered: "Huo Zhenzhou, stop talking sarcastically and make a clear path."
Huo Zhenzhou could hear that Lin Zhengbin was full of anger but had nowhere to vent it. He felt so happy that he felt as if he had drank a can of iced Coke on a hot day.
Huo Huanyu and Lin Langtian disliked each other when it came to generals and soldiers, and they had many confrontations with Lin Zhengbin before.
Most of the time, I had a slight upper hand, but it was very limited. When had Lin Zhengbin ever been so frustrated?
Huo Zhenzhou, who was extremely cheerful, said happily: "The Lin family must withdraw from the competition for the Olympic Village project. For other venues, we all rely on our own capabilities."