Old Master Yu was frantic, taking three steps in two to block the two people's path: "Little Nine!"
He had long lost the superiority he maintained at the press conference, his face now only showed pleading, "Little Nine, Dad knows he was wrong, Dad didn't do it on purpose, can you, can you..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted.
"Mr. Yu Rongji," Si Fuqing looked at him indifferently, "have you ever treated him like a son for even a single day? Not as a product, not as a commodity."
"No, you haven't. In your eyes, there're only interests, how pitiable it is to be a member of your family."
"To put oneself in others' shoes, but you lack a heart. Were I you, I wouldn't be so shameless..."
Old Master Yu's face turned deathly pale.
His lips quivered, unable to utter a word.
The words Si Fuqing said accurately pierced all his vulnerable points, tearing away his veil of shame.
He wanted to say something, but he was taken away by Shen Ying and Feng San who arrived in a rush.
