"Just think of me as dead, okay? Fine, don't accept me as your son. Secretary Shi Da, don't bother worrying about me anymore. I've disgraced you, haven't I? Happy now?"
Shi Tingbai, barefoot, walked in the rain curtain, held the phone in his hand and grinned coldly, his eyes filled with rebellious defiance.
Something was yelled from the other side of the phone.
Shi Tingbai shut his eyes tightly, the grip on his phone grew increasingly tight, and he finally hangs his head.
"Yes, your reputation is worth its weight in gold, and I'm not worthy."
With that, he hung up the phone.
He roughly ran his hand through his wet hair. The shadow in the depths of his eyes did not dissipate, no matter how hard he tried. Looking down at his feet, they were already covered in bloody wounds.
Almost an hour of non-stop walking, rushing out without a second thought, his feet were already raw, the pain was searing.
