When Wang Che entered the living room, he found his mother with his father and brother. The three of them were seated, and it was obvious they were waiting for him. He could not help scoffing at the scene. As expected, the entire thing was a setup.
He heard the footsteps behind him and turned to look at his younger brother. The guiltless man shrugged his shoulders while maintaining his irritating smile. He was not apologetic for setting up Wang Che.
Just like when he was a child, Wang Ning was as unconscionable as ever.
"Wang Che, sit down." Master Wang said with a frown.
Wang Che looked at him with derision. "Why should I?"
"I am still your father. Sit down." The man repeated.
Wang Che smiled. "Did you remember I was your father when I was kidnapped from right under your nose? Did you lift a hand to help me when a ransom was demanded? Do you have the right to call yourself my father?"