บท 73: Wen Qiqiang's rage.

"Was it really necessary to get rid of my bodyguards like that?" Wen Qiqiang turned to look at the man who had the audacity to beat up his grandson and dump him in front of his house.

Jihai brought out a cigarette and lit it, watching the smoke diffuse in the air. "Grandpa, you are exaggerating things. I merely put them together in a car to follow us. Since one of your cars is down, they needed to share a car with my bodyguards. Its not that bad, is it?"

Wen Qiqiang started coughing. "No, it isn't." Seeing that the young man didn't mind his discomfort, he complained. "You should stop smoking. It's bad for your lungs."

"My lungs are not complaining." Jihai replied.

"But I have breathing problems." Wen Qiqiang looked at him.

"I know."

The old man chuckled, his eyes darkening with each passing minute. "It seemed like staying in the UK for three years didn't help refine your poor manners, young man."