Nie Fan nodded without hesitation, seeing it as a matter of course, and he also believed there was nothing surprising about the matter itself. However, through Li Fei's expression, Nie Fan seemed to see something else—something he hadn't thought of at the beginning.
Some things, in Nie Fan's view, didn't need to be pondered over; they were simply a matter of going with the flow. Then he asked, "You don't want me to seek this revenge, do you?"
Li Fei smiled faintly and shook his head, "It's not that I don't want you to go; it's just not the right time."
"Then when is the right time?!" Nie Fan's tone gradually rose in pitch, but he quickly realized his mistake and hastily lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li Fei, I didn't mean it."
"There's no need to apologize; I can understand how you feel. When I say it's not the time, I'm only making a suggestion. Even if you don't think for yourself, you should at least think about your daughter, right?"
