After Chris left, Paul, who was still sitting, looked at the direction his son was walking for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.
His fingers that were lying on the table curled up tightly, as if they were enduring some kind of pain.
At this time, an old man who was over fifty years old slowly came out, and he looks almost the same as Paul.
He followed the line of sight in front of him and sighed. "Master, since he is reluctant to deal with all this, why do you have to say such mean words?"
Paul's shoulders shook almost imperceptibly, and his face was tightly shut. "This is all for his sake, Indra you just shut up!"
Indra shook his head and sighed without making a sound.
The difference of opinion between this man and his son had worried him. He was afraid that there would be no way to resolve it in this life.
