A cold shiver ran down his spine.
He believed that his son would kill him if he said that he wanted anything.
Qie Wenyang stared at Qie Wang's lips, which moved a few times before he fell silent. HE said, "Since you don't have any objections, then rest. Someone will take care of you."
Then Qie Wenyang left, not seeming to care at all about the situation.
Watching the back of his son as he left, Qie Wang's heart sank as he watched his son leave. He closed his eyes tightly as regretful tears dripped down the sides of his face.
People would face countless choices in their life. Every choice he made destroyed him.
Qie Wang's sobs started out quiet, but his voice gradually grew louder.
When Qie Wenyang in the corridor heard Qie Wang crying, he raised his eyebrows. A mocking smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard Ye Tianxin ask, "Brother Wenyang, what happened to your forehead?"
