Shen Hetai's words gripped my heart as if a hand clenched it tightly, and my breathing grew more urgent.
He leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice, "You're just like your dad, stubborn and ungrateful."
"But at least my dad wouldn't be so ungrateful as to turn into an ungrateful wolf that disregards even the kinship of blood," I gritted my teeth and shivered as I spat out these words.
Shen Hetai, faced with my curses, didn't seem too concerned, and calmly said, "Everyone values their interests. Do you think it's a coincidence that the sign hit that kid, or that the reporters reported it so quickly that the incident couldn't be suppressed?"
His words made me shiver instantly, a chill running up from my feet, and uncontrollably, I thought of Uncle Heng and Heng Tingting.
I had thought Heng Tingting was quite open-minded; facing the slander online, she didn't blame me and even offered to have her journalist friends come for an interview to achieve a win-win situation.
