"Dad, who did you have a falling out with this time?" Yang Wenwu asked patiently.
The old man shook his head helplessly, not daring to directly tell Yang Wenwu what happened at the hospital.
"Is it because of the trash incident?" Yang Wenwu continued to probe.
Yang Wenwu was used to these occurrences. After all, his father's actions happened every day. Although sometimes he knew his father was wrong, as his son, he naturally had to speak for him.
Yang Wenwu was also very filial, but his mistake was often disregarding right and wrong.
"It's not those things, then what is it?" Yang Wenwu asked in confusion, unsure of what trouble his father had gotten into this time.
"I just went to the hospital to see a doctor and cut the line," the old man said, lowering his head.
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenwu couldn't help but laugh. Was this worth such anxiety? Yang Wenwu consoled, "Dad, this is such a small matter, why are you so worried!"
