77 Help me, Father!

Wen Qiqiang was sitting down in his patio listening to traditional Chinese music and sipping a high quality tea in the mid afternoon when he saw his son running in like he was being chased by a demon.

Wen Tianxiang suddenly fell down on the wooden floor, heaving heavily as he gasped for air holding his chest. However, his father remained unfazed and even looked at him with disdain. "What are you doing here?"

Wen Tianxiang immediately knelt down in front of his father with desperation in his eyes as he tried to grab his leg. "They are trying to kill me. Help me, Father! Please help me!"

"What are you talking about?" When Wen Qiqiang heard what his son said, he observed his disorderly clothes and looked at his bodyguard who started to chase all the maids away. "What happened to you?"