Before Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru could open their mouths, Director Zhang, already livid, had quickly walked to 1801 and opened his own apartnt door.
Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru exchanged a glance and followed him. The old man, clearly a lover of drama, also unapologetically followed.
"Click!"
"Move, move... The enemy’s going to catch the top laner! Co on! If you can’t handle it, stop feeding the enemy please!"
"Quick, quick! Gather up, team. Hurry up, family!"
"That Dharma, you’re really into Buddha, aren’t you? Can you kill soone already?"
As soon as everyone entered, they heard a series of rapid keyboard tapping and passionate live comntary coming from a room.
Director Zhang’s face turned even darker.
Walking through the living room into the bedroom, they saw his son, earphones on, youthfully engaging with his computer, the screen full of dazzling skills.
On the computer desk were scattered shells of sunflower seeds, banana peels, and fruit cores in complete disarray.
And this is called being sick with a cold?
Isn’t it more like feigning illness to play gas at ho?
"Zhang Tianjun!"
"Don’t go mid, go bot, the tower is about to fall, stay aware, keep up! I’m taking on two, and I’m low on health..."
Director Zhang yelled at his son, but unexpectedly, the noise-cancelling effect of the full-coverage headphones was too good, and the boy was still lost in his own world.
"Smack!" Director Zhang, unable to contain his anger, knocked off his son’s headphones. "Zhang Tianjun!"
"Who is it!"
The boy, suddenly interrupted, turned around annoyed, only then realizing there were several more people in the room.
"Uh... Dad."
Seeing his father behind him with eyes shooting firebolts, the boy realized he had been caught and awkwardly put down the mouse.
But his eyes couldn’t help but sneak another glance at the computer screen...
Yep! As expected, Lv Bu had died...
"Damn it, can you believe it! At the crucial mont, you disconnect? Kid, promise dad, finish this ga then go do your howork, okay?
You, screw-up!"
The curses of a teammate ca through the headphones, but the boy no longer had ti to care about that.
Because the look in his father’s eyes was murderous...
"Dad, I was wrong, I’ll go back to bed and rest properly, cough, cough!"
The boy obediently admitted his fault and even coughed twice for effect.
"You still have the mood to play gas when your mother has been hurt, did you know?" Director Zhang’s face remained stern throughout.
"Huh?" The boy looked shocked, then his expression turned to one of rage.
"Who dares to hurt my mom? Dad, take with you, I’ll take his head!"
Director Zhang: "..."
Wang Zhao Ping: "..."
Qin Xiaoru: "..."
Director Zhang only regretted having such a son, what an embarrassnt!
Wang Zhao Ping looked around the room.
There was a fruit bowl on the computer desk, still containing so apples and peaches.
And not far from the computer table, there was a window that had been opened...
Wang Zhao Ping gave it one look and pretty much knew that the mischief was probably this boy’s doing.
He wanted to laugh, but he still maintained a professionally trained, gentle appearance as he looked at the boy.
"Kid, I want to ask, did you just throw sothing out of the window?"
"Huh?" The boy was montarily stunned.
Recalling carefully, he had, just now in the ga, been betrayed by a teammate, and in anger, had thrown a bitten apple out of the window...
But facing his father’s nacing stance and knowing the police were now asking questions, the boy, though not understanding exactly what had happened, knew admitting to it could an trouble.
"No!"
"Really? You didn’t throw anything?"
"Really, I was just playing the ga," the boy said, glancing shiftily towards the fruit bowl on the table.
Ah, this level of lying...
Wang Zhao Ping’s mouth twitched, "Kid, there are caras downstairs and they have seen who threw things, if you lie, your punishnt will be worse, you might even go to jail."
"Ah? Jail?"
The boy had never seen such drama and was scared out of his wits.
"I... I just carelessly threw an apple, how could that send to jail? I didn’t do it on purpose! Waaa~ Dad, you can’t let go to jail! Waaa~"
Everyone: "..."
Well, there it is, the truth!
Wang Zhao Ping also couldn’t believe that this was how things unfolded.
Thinking that the apple that hit the woman might have been washed and placed beside the "culprit" by the woman herself, Wang Zhao Ping couldn’t help but laugh.
In his many years of handling cases, this was the first ti he’d encountered such a bizarre one.
"Pfft!" Qin Xiaoru couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
They were professionally trained, and they typically didn’t laugh during investigations, unless they couldn’t help it...
Wang Zhao Ping tried hard to manage his expression, looking troubled as he turned to Director Zhang.
"This... Mr. Zhang, looking at this, do we still need to sue the perpetrator for attempted murder?"
Already at his breaking point and trembling all over, Director Zhang exploded at his question.
"You... you infuriating rascal! Did I... did I tell you to throw?"
Saying so, he picked up a sugarcane nearby and fiercely struck his son’s backside with it!
"Ah! Not you, Dad! Ouch! Mom, save ..."
The boy endured a torrent of dutiful beatings while crying out for his parents.
But what he didn’t know was that the only person who might have co to his rescue was already admitted to the hospital by him...
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