"Dad!"
Han Piaopiao immediately walked over.
Han Mengqiu gave no response; no one knew how much he had thought over during the journey.
If it were a matter of life and death he faced, he would undoubtedly choose to die standing rather than live on his knees, but now it was his son's life that Zhou Yuan demanded.
They say even a tiger, fierce as it is, does not eat its cubs, let alone a human being.
Fatherly love made him willing to relinquish all dignity.
Zhou Yuan remained silent. Although there were five people in the restaurant, the silence was such that one could hear a pin drop.
"Hiss..."
A few more seconds passed before Han Mengqiu took a deep breath and then said, "Mr. Zhou, I implore you to save my son!"
His words contained no emotion.
In fact, on the way here, he had already become a walking corpse.
"Save, I can,"
Zhou Yuan said calmly, "But she will have to force us to swallow this slop. You have your dignity, and so do I!"