"Dad, although we've arranged everything and set it all up properly, Song Chuoqiao still failed,"
The old master was greatly shocked.
He couldn't speak for a long time.
Fu Zhendong's heart hung in suspense.
He asked in a low voice, "Dad, are you... are you still listening?"
The old master let out a deep sigh.
"I'm listening. How could things have turned out like this? I had a lot of confidence in that girl; did we overestimate her?"
Fu Zhendong knew the old master's personality.
In the eyes of the old master, his own son was just a venting point.
If he tried to shift the blame onto Song Chuoqiao, the old master's favorite, the old master would be displeased.
He would definitely berate him to death.
And he would turn the accusation around, saying that he was ineffective in his work.
Having suffered a lot in front of the old master in the past, he had now become smarter.
He answered carefully.
