Hong Kong, Song's Mansion—

When Song Zhichao returned home after visiting many Hong Kong tycoons and Hong Kong tycoons, he saw his father Song Haiming and his mother Wang Jinfeng holding their arms, sitting on the sofa with serious expressions, looking at him like an interrogation of a prisoner.

Next to him, the younger sister Song Yuqing looked at him with gloating expression.

Song Zhichao hesitated for a moment, walked up and said, "My mom and dad, I'm back!"

"Well, are you back?" Mom Wang Jinfeng said lukewarmly.

My father Song Haiming coughed and said, "It's good to come back."

My mother Wang Jinfeng glared at Song Haiming, and Song Haiming immediately changed his attitude and slapped the sofa with a snap: "You are a slut, and you won't say anything when you come back to Hong Kong! If it weren't for Kim Kowloon Xiong telling us, I wouldn't know that you have returned from South Korea!"

Song Zhichao: "I'm afraid you're worried."

"Nonsense! We will only be happy when you come back, what are we worried about?"

Wang Jinfeng felt that her husband didn't explain the problem at all. Apart from his loud voice, he was useless. He immediately shut up his eyes and turned to Song Zhichao and said, "To be honest, do you still regard us as your parents? Do you still regard this place as your home? If you say no, you can, now I will pack your luggage with your dad!"

"Ahem, where are we going?" Song Haiming asked weakly.

"Shut up!"

Song Haiming hurriedly covered his mouth and did not dare to speak.

Wang Jinfeng turned around and continued to teach her son a lesson: "Don't quibble, your attitude has already explained everything!"

Song Zhichao spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "What's my attitude?"

"That's the attitude! This kind of indifferent attitude is that the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water! The cooked duck has a hard mouth!" Wang Jinfeng rebuked.

Song Zhichao had nothing to say and hurriedly looked at the side. His father Song Haiming couldn't count on him, so he could only ask for help from his sister Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing stuck out her tongue at him, then coughed, walked up and said, "Mom, don't scold your brother! He finally came back from South Korea. What should you do if you scold him again?"

"Yes, what should I do if I scold you?" Song Haiming also hurriedly said.

"Also, my brother must know that he was wrong, and he would never dare to do this again next time!"

"Yes, he knew he was wrong." Song Haiming added another sentence.

"He has finally come back now, so we should be happy. Otherwise, we will go out for dinner together later?"

"Yes, I'm hungry and go to have a meal..."

Before Song Haiming finished speaking, Wang Jinfeng got angry at him again: "Eat and eat! You will know how much you have gained in the past two years! Look at yourself, how much has you gained in the past two years?"

Song Haiming: “…”

He lowered his head with a grievance and touched his fat belly with his hands, "I don't think so, why is this belly so big? It's like ten months pregnant..."

Song Zhichao couldn't help it, "Mom, don't teach my dad a lesson, he doesn't want to do it either."

"Yes, mom, look at how pitiful my dad is - eating a big belly is not a sin!" Song Yuqing said.

Wang Jinfeng: “…?!”

The plot is wrong. Isn’t it teaching this kid Song Zhichao a lesson? Why is it off topic?

Song Haiming also felt that something was wrong.

The sinners of the ages are not me, why are you yelling at me?

Seeing that my mother opened her mouth and was about to get angry at herself again, Song Zhichao made a quick decision and hugged her directly: "Mom, I love you!"

Wang Jinfeng: “…?!”

A stomach full of anger turned into tenderness.

She reached out and patted her son on the back a few times, "You are so nasty! I will continue to do this in the future, I won't follow you!"

Song Zhichao hugged her, feeling his heart warm and affection: "It won't be like this! You don't know, how much I miss you abroad!"

Wang Jinfeng: "It's good to know that you miss home - look, you've lost weight again!"

Song Zhichao let go of his mother and looked at his father Song Haiming.

Song Haiming was also moved by the mother-son relationship in front of him, and opened his arms enthusiastically, waiting for a hug.

Song Zhichao: "Dad, what food do you want to have?"

Song Haiming: “…?!”

He withdrew his arms awkwardly, "Cough cough! You can eat anything, you can make the decision - I will lose weight!" He touched his big belly sadly again.

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Kang's Villa, Hong Kong -

"It's unreasonable! Song Zhichao's child is too bullying!"

With a "bang", Kang Zuyao, a hero, smashed the tea bowl in his hand to the ground.

As the second young master of the Kang family, Kang Yonglian stood in front of his father with some trembling eyes, not daring to breathe.

The servants who served the Kang family around were even more silent.

It turned out that Kang Yonglian knew that the release of animals at the airport today would be revealed by those media reporters sooner or later.

The second young master of the Kang family was slapped in the face by Song Zhichao as a joke and became a seasoning for Hong Kong people after dinner.

If my father Kang Zuyao finds out, he will definitely beat him to death.

You know, Kang Zuyao loves to save face the most. If he knows about a son being slapped in the face, it would be strange if he doesn't get mad at all.

Kang Yonglian knew his father's temperament well, so long pain was better than short pain. Instead of being known by his father in the future, it would be better to take the blame and surrender himself.

So, after returning home, Kang Yonglian plucked up his courage and told Kang Zuyao what happened today.

As expected-

After hearing that his son was beaten, Kang Zuyao was furious, his eyes turned red, and he wanted to kill someone.

You know, Kang Zuyao's nickname was "Xiangjiang Tyrant". Whoever offended him would only be in trouble.

Kang Zuyao's own temperament is also a type of revenge. For him, face is greater than that, especially the Kang family's face, which he sees more important than his own life.

In addition, the Kangshi Group is now at its peak in Hong Kong, and the Kangshi family's status in Hong Kong is also rising.

In this way, Kang cannot be easily humiliated.

"I'm sorry, it's me that I was wrong. I shouldn't have lost the Kang family!" Kang Yonglian lowered his head and begged for mercy.

Kang Zuyao snorted coldly and glanced at his son Kang Yonglian.

To be honest, he is very dissatisfied with this second son.

Compared with his eldest son Kang Yongren, this is a coward!

However, now the eldest son has become a vegetative person lying on the bed, unable to take care of his own feces and urine, and the huge industry of the Kang family can only rely on him and Kang Yonglian and his son.

Even if Kang Yonglian is incompetent, his surname is Kang.

Thinking of this, Kang Zuyao did not impulsively teach his son a lesson, but said, "That Song Zhichao has always been arrogant and domineering, but he didn't expect that he would still be so domineering when he came back from South Korea."

Kang Yonglian: "Yes! That guy is so inappropriate and doesn't take our Kang family seriously at all!"

A fierce light flashed in Kang Zuyao's eyes: "No one in Hong Kong dares to underestimate our Kang family! This time Song Zhichao humiliated you so much, he was slapping me Kang Zuyao in the face! I will let him return it ten times!"

Kang Yonglian: “…”

He hesitated for a moment and said bravely: "Father, what are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!