"Xiaoyu, please don't hate me for this," Ai Zhiyi continued with difficulty, "I beg you, just wait a little longer. I'm working on it."
The words came out by themselves like a broken embankment that brought a flood from upstream, sweeping away everything until it left nothing but havoc and chaos. As Ai Zhiyi's feelings were broken down, it was like ashes that were blown away by the wind and then disappeared into the sky, making him cry hysterically like a madman without a sound.
While Chu Baiyu listened carefully to those words. He didn't quite understand them. The only thing that came to his mind after hearing his father's words was, was the matter truly that serious that his father made him wait too long?
But before Chu Baiyu could think about it any further, his father's sobs immediately caught his attention.
