He Juan's pupils shook. He knew Mu Yuze must be trying to be considerate when he said Wu Yuan's state was 'quite shaken'.
After all, He Juan had heard for himself how terrified the little guy was through the phone. Right now, not only was he tormented by the fact that he had accidentally killed his own father, he was also locked in the interrogation room and surrounded by fierce-looking officers to boot… oh God, He Juan could not even begin to imagine how frightened Wu Yuan was at the moment.
The guilt pressing down on him became all the more intense, almost smothering the breath out of his lungs. He let out a bleak chuckle at Mu Yuze's apology. "What are you saying sorry for? It's my fault." He lowered his gaze as the light in his silver eyes dimmed. "I shouldn't have asked such a thoughtless request. No, from the start, I should have paid more attention to Wu Yuan…"
