I Repeated The Same Day For 500 Years

The large group of people who had just rushed over surged for a moment and then all stopped.

"Shh, my dad's on the phone." Mao Zhitong gestured to his surroundings as he spoke loudly. Everyone understood that Mao Zhitong's father had called him. He could not let his father know about the fight. No parent would like their son to be outside fighting every day.

"You're quite lucky. I'll let you be awesome for a little longer," Mao Zhitong glanced at Jiang Tong and grinned. He did not know that this was not luck, but something that should have happened. After saying that to Jiang Tong, he picked up the phone. "Dad," he said.

"F*ck you! You little brat, can you stop causing trouble for me? I'll f*cking break your legs! F*ck!" Mao Songping was furious the moment he opened his mouth as if he wanted to strangle Mao Zhitong to death. Mao Zhitong was stunned by the scolding. His heart tightened, and his head buzzed. No matter how powerful he was in the circle of young people in Chaoyang District, he was afraid of his father. Without his father, he was nothing. Moreover, he had not heard his father scold him in anger for many years. His father even scolded him as soon as the call was connected. Why? Mao Zhitong did not know the reason, and it was impossible for him to think of it immediately.

"Dad..." Mao Zhitong subconsciously replied in a very soft voice. After that, he went silent. He subconsciously wanted to explain something, but he did not know what to explain.

"You... F*ck... I..." Mao Songping was so angry that he felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He took a moment to calm down before he asked anxiously, "Have you made your move yet?"

"Ah?" Mao Zhitong was still in a daze.

"I'm asking you a question! Did you do anything to Miss Jiang?" Mao Songping asked, gritting his teeth.

"Who?" Mao Zhitong did not react in time to the scolding.

"What do you mean by 'who'? Who the f*ck are you going to beat up with so many people in the park? And you still ask me 'who'?! How the f*ck did I give birth to such an id*ot!" Mao Songping was really furious.

"Ah..." Mao Zhitong, who was holding his phone in a daze, looked up at Jiang Tong. He finally understood the reason behind his father's call. "I haven't done anything yet, Dad," He stuttered into the phone.

"Good, it's good that you didn't do anything. Good..." Mao Songping said a couple of 'Good' in a row and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had received a report from his men a minute or two ago that his son, Mao Zhitong, had brought hundreds of people with sticks to attack Miss Jiang. When Mao Songping heard this, he almost had a heart attack! Terrifying! It was too terrifying! Moreover, this kind of fear was two-way, because he knew that Jiang Tong must be very powerful. Her marksmanship was incredibly spectacular. Gu Yu had also mentioned to him that Jiang Tong was not human to a certain extent!

Therefore, Mao Songping was worried that something would happen to Jiang Tong and his own son. Who knew if Jiang Tong had a gun with her? Who knew how many of the hundred young gangsters would have to be killed by Jiang Tong to be scared away? No matter what the result was, Mao Songping felt that his family might be destroyed. It was still not too late for him to make a move.

"Dad, who's this person..." Mao Zhitong stammered. He was frightened by Mao Songping's attitude. As he asked, he took a few steps to the side and covered his mouth with his hand, not wanting others to know.

"You don't even know who she is, and you f*cking dare to cause trouble?!" Mao Songping gave Mao Zhitong another round of scolding. He had come from the bottom of society and was uncultured. When he scolded people, he would often curse.

"No, it's not like that. Dad... I..." Mao Zhitong tried to explain.

"Your Aunt Gu Yu is practically treating Miss Jiang as her elder with the utmost respect! So who do you think she is? F*ck!" Mao Songping cursed again. Mao Zhitong was dumbfounded because the Aunt Gu Yu that Mao Songping was talking about was from the Gu family, who was even more powerful than Mao Songping! Gu Yu!

"Dad... isn't that a little too exaggerated..." Mao Zhitong stammered. He felt like his brain was not working properly.

"Exaggerating my a*s! Why would I lie to you? Would I harm you?" Mao Songping cursed angrily again. This was his son. If it was someone else who could make Mao Songping so angry, Mao Songping would not scold them. He would kill them directly! Moreover, Mao Songping was not exaggerating to scare Mao Zhitong. He really thought so. It could only be said that his words were exaggerated, but the situation was not exaggerated at all! It was not only because of yesterday's situation and Gu Yu's attitude towards Jiang Tong. It was also because Mao Songping and Gu Yu had met again at noon today and the two of them had talked a lot.