Yu Jingting quickly distanced himself from his dear father, decisively standing on Suizi's side.
He flicked his sleeve disdainly—the resentment aroused by this gesture alone was enough to drive Yu Shuisheng to strangle him three times over.
"I am a man too, but I'm different from those who use alcohol as an excuse to act crazy."
"Right, you're a street rat, not the same as those drifters."
Yu Jingting glanced at Suizi, seeing no shame in her words, rather taking pride in them.
"See, my wife's assessment of me is very accurate. I'm not exactly a traditionally "good" guy, but this kind of behavior where I only get mildly tipsy, blow on a breezy wind and hug and cuddle others—I would never do that."
"..." Yu Shuisheng was left speechless by his son's blunt words.
With Yu Jingting's statement of "We're not the same," it was as though he'd sentenced his own father to guilt.
Wang Cuihua nodded repeatedly, looking at Yu Shuisheng with eyes full of disappointment.
