C942 A Deflated Ball

"I want to see who dares to bully my son!" A middle-aged man who was not very tall walked in with a fierce look on his face. He saw his son sitting on the ground with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He had been holding his son in his hands since he was a child. He did not want to let his son suffer any grievance. No matter what his son wanted, he would satisfy it