Zhan Moxiao ignored the child's crying and the supermarket boss's humble pleas, his voice cold and devoid of warmth, "If you still won't tell the truth, your son will be thrown down from here, and sixty floors are more than enough to turn him into a pulp."
It wasn't that he lacked compassion for children, nor did he want to hurt a three-year-old, but who would have thought this insignificant creature dared touch what was dearest to him!
Yet, even under such dire duress, the supermarket boss still hesitated, weighing between his son, his life, and money, trying to decide which was most important.
The conclusion he came to was that his own life mattered the most.
If he told the truth, he wondered whether he would lose his money and his life as well.
Some people are called insects because they don't deserve to be called humans. The supermarket boss clenched his teeth fiercely and decided to sacrifice his son. After all, with money, he could find many women and have many more sons.
