Long Henyang smiled slightly, harmlessly. "Wrong? Where did you go wrong?"
The man was trembling and begging repeatedly: "What was wrong was that I shouldn't have been tempted, and what was wrong was that I shouldn't have betrayed the young master."
Long Henyang's smile widened, he let go of him, and gave the man a condescending look.
"Very good, just admit your mistake."
The tense atmosphere eased slightly because of his soft tone, and the man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that the young master would forgive him for admitting his mistake.
Unexpectedly, Long Henyang turned his back, his voice was flat and no anger could be heard.
"No, my Tibetan Mastiff hasn't eaten for several days, so I just want to give it a snack."
Wu was the unsmiling young man with gold-rimmed glasses that he picked from "Hell Shura".
When the man heard this, his mood that had just eased became tense again. He was so frightened that he was sweating. If he hadn't been tied up, he might have knelt down directly.
"Master, no, please spare me..."
Long Henyang kept begging for mercy, but Long Henyang seemed not to hear him and did not approach him, holding a long and thick whip in his hand.
"Secretary Wu, you disappoint me so much. Who asked you to do this?"
If he dared not to say anything, Wu's whip would be whipped immediately. Under pressure and a strong sense of survival, Secretary Wu was trembling all over.
"Yes...yes...Gu Yicheng, he sent someone to find me and wanted to cooperate with me. I dumped drugs for him and he gave me a kickback of one million US dollars."
It's all caused by greed.
Long Henyang had already guessed that it was him, and he was not surprised at all when he learned the truth from another person.
"Wu, leave him alive, I will still be of use."
After saying that, he walked out, leaving them with only a tall back and a voice that could not read any emotion.
He nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, young master!"
When he heard that Long Henyang pardoned his death penalty, he said gratefully: "Thank you, Master, for sparing my life."
There was no interesting expression on Wu Zhuang's face. He looked at Secretary Wu and said, "You don't understand the young master very well. You will be punished. The mistake you made has touched the bottom of the young master. Sooner or later, you will inevitably die."
In the high-end restaurant, Li Mengmeng looked at Li Wanwan excitedly.
"Mom, what are we doing here? Aren't you going to take me to the amusement park?"
Li Wanwan held her little hand and smiled lovingly, saying, "Good boy, we won't go to the amusement park today. Mom has something important to do."
As she spoke, her eyes had shifted to the man with hairy sideburns and a body full of vicissitudes of life sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.
He pulled Li Mengmeng closer, sat across from him, and called softly: "Brother-in-law."
Long Yingtian raised her head and did not respond. Instead, she looked at the little person beside her and said, "Is this his daughter?"
Li Wanwan nodded.
When it came to her pain, Long Yingtian no longer mentioned the past.
"Wanwan, Ayang, thank you for taking care of me. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a father for so many years."
Li Wanwan smiled and smoothed her hair around her ears. "That's what I should do."
Her sister Li Wanyu had repeatedly warned her that this was a responsibility that she could not shirk.
"Brother-in-law, Ayang's matter... I think it's up to you to stop it. After all, they are brother and sister. If they are making such a fuss, Qianqian will have to behave in the future."
Long Yingtian sighed and said calmly: "Let them toss it, Ayang's temper is the same as his mother's."
Li Wanwan frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with Long Yingtian's statement.
"Brother-in-law, they are your children, how can you have such an attitude."
Long Yingtian's dark eyes were filled with confusion, as if he was stuck in some kind of artistic conception and couldn't extricate himself.
It took a long time for him to say word by word: "Long Qianqian is not my daughter."