Standing at the corner of the stairs, Ren's eyes were cold. His hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
Even without looking, he could tell that this voice and tone was without a doubt Ji Chenzhou's father.
Images of his young self and his parents 'escape appeared in his mind, one after another. In the end, the image stopped at the scene of his parents' tragic death with their eyes wide open, leaving him with no words ...
The murderer of his parents was downstairs, but it was the Father of the person he loved the most.
"I will never break up with him. You don't need to tell me about this."
Even though the misunderstanding between the father and son had been resolved, Ji Chenzhou still did not call him 'dad'.
It was probably because she hadn't called him that for so many years, so she was too unfamiliar with it.
