The two of them had a row for a while, took a break, and neither bothered the other again until around seven or eight in the evening. Man Luo drove alone to the Imperial Capital International Club, parked the car in the parking lot, and watched the commotion at the entrance. The reason Lin Mu wasn't in the car was because he had another important matter to attend to.
At this time, in an East Japan-style private villa, a forty or fifty-year-old old guy was furiously kissing a young woman in her twenties, and the woman had no disdain for the old guy's age and ugliness; instead, she passionately touched him all over.
This old man was Yamamoto, a medical doctor at Jinye Chemical Factory.
Yamamoto heard an outsider's voice, quickly turned around, and warily looked at Lin Mu standing by the window. "Who are you?"
"Your dad," Lin Mu chuckled.
"Damn it," Yamamoto cursed furiously and pointed at Lin Mu. "What do you want to do?"
