Zhao Zongxi's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his body trembling incessantly.
The two choices given by Xiao Zheng were just too ruthless.
Zhao Zongxi was also not very pleased with his son, who was too dissolute. Compared to others, he was still considered excellent, but compared to those truly arrogant geniuses, the gap was huge.
But no matter what, that was still his own son! Zhao Zongxi, a man with enormous sins on his hands and despotic in nature, also followed the belief that even tigers do not eat their cubs; naturally, he was unable to make up his mind to kill Young Master Zhao.
At that moment, behind Zhao Zongxi, someone suddenly stood out, glaring at Xiao Zheng with a stern expression and yelled, "You brat, you're so vicious in your actions! Even if you have overwhelming power behind you, you can't compel a father to kill his own son!"
