Li Zhiguo truly felt sorry for Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou.
Similarly, he had never expected that their two kids, normally mischievous but manageable, had secretly spent money to hire an internet army to slander other people.
Thinking this, Li Zhiguo's coarse hands involuntarily clenched into fists, wishing he could turn around and give those two boys a knuckle on the head.
But he also knew what was more important, his children had made a mistake, and it was most important now to obtain forgiveness from the two young people in front of him.
Li Zhiguo's face, constantly exposed to the sun and wind, looked somewhat aged. Jiang Ning had earlier heard from the villagers that he was only in his thirties, but he looked like he was in his forties or fifties.
