But despite his confusion, Duanmu Tang didn't want to keep thinking wildly any longer. When he heard Wang Chao telling him to go out, he hurriedly retreated from his office.
So in the office, only Wang Chao was left alone.
Wang Chao stood still like a wooden statue, his silhouette looking endlessly desolate and lonesome.
"My origins, huh..."
"Origins, wasn't I said to be adopted? Just a piece of scum that was discarded by others, what's there to say about my origins?"
"They've told me before, I'm just an orphan. Or could it be, they've been lying to me all along?"
Wang Chao turned his head towards the window, but his eyes were slowly turning red.
And at this moment outside the office.
"Duanmu Tang, stand still! You're a bastard!"
Just as Duanmu Tang had walked out of Wang Chao's office, he saw Han Xue and Feng Yeqing, both fuming mad, marching briskly towards him.
"Keep your voice down!"
Duanmu Tang quickly made a silent gesture to them both, softly reminding them.
