Pei Rong inhaled deeply before he suppressed his anger and said, "It's not too late to recall the text message. Give me your phone."
Old Mr. Pei veered his eyes and kept holding onto his pocket. He paused before he turned to look at Pei Rong again. "Son, just take it from me. It's not too late to stop. I know we can't afford to offend Qin Zheng, but let's not forget Huo Yao has the backing of the Min family…"
Old Mr. Pei did his best to convince his son to change his mind, but Pei Rong promptly interrupted his father.
"Enough. Dad, this all comes down to pride. Why do you keep insisting that I'm making a mistake? I'm just watching out for myself and planning for my future."
Pei Rong was sick of listening to his father's nagging all these days.
