The seeds of hatred and fury maniacally multiplied amid the despair. The aggrievedness and resentment that had accumulated from the past were the best nutrition for the seeds, making them grow into towering trees that reached the sky in an instant.
Father Shen was still busy pouring Shen Yin's books into the fire. After another big pile of books was thrown down, crushing the blazing flames.
He poured half a bottle of
Father Shen shook his hand and cursed, "Troublesome. Why did I raise you all these years? I should've strangled you to death long ago!"
You should have strangled me to death, indeed.
Shen Yin thought in her heart as she walked behind and picked up an empty beer bottle on the table.
