Peeping at the Doctor over the Wall

"Don't worry about Wang Yao for now. No rush, we can deal with him later," Li Yaosheng said.

"Why?" Li Shaoyang asked.

Li Shaoyang wanted revenge on Wang Yao. He couldn't keep his mind off it all day and night, even when he was having dinner. He dreamed about torturing Wang Yao, who knelt down to beg him in his dream. Suddenly, his father asked him not to worry about Wang Yao. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't wait, not for one day. He was angry every single day. He thought he would be depressed if he didn't pay back Wang Yao.

"You!" Li Yaosheng gave his son a hard look.

He would have slapped Li Shaoyang's face if he had not been ill. Although he was angry with his son, he had to put up with his son, who looked like a drug addict. He didn't want to slap his son to death.

"Well, how come I have a son like you!" Li Yaosheng breathed a big sigh.

Some people were heroes, but their sons were useless. All Li Yaosheng could do now was sigh.