His shout was loud and resonant.
Mu Xichen halted with his back to Mu Che.
Mu Che was drained, both physically and mentally. His heart ached as he looked at his son's indifferent attitude.
Walking out from behind the desk, Mu Che sighed deeply and said, "Xichen, don't be angry with me. I'm old and can't control you anymore. On the other hand, you've walked further and further away from me, in ways that I've not imagined."
It was hard to tell if the man was praising or mocking his son.
Li Beinian turned around and saw Mu Che's sorrowful face.
Mu Xichen, however, continued to stand with his back to the man, hence it was hard to tell his response to the man's remark. He only said, "It's all thanks to you."
It was obvious he was not blaming the man, but still, it was enough to hurt a father's heart.
Mu Che was stunned for a second. Then, he smiled bitterly. "You've grown up, Xichen."
