For many years, since he was fourteen, Yu Sen never cried again. Now, at twenty, for a full six years, he knew neither what grievance was nor tears.
The tears of six years, at this moment, erupted after a lengthy build-up, streaming incessantly.
Yu Shilong and Yu Jianghe's expressions changed over and over again. Today's Yu Sen had made the Yu Family lose the last bit of dignity they had left.
If today's events spread, the Yu Family would, at the very least, be the laughingstock for a year.
It was a terrible, truly terrible situation.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, wuwu... please, wuwu... please forgive me," Yu Sen's inner world completely collapsed, he cried and apologized.
Sun Lan also said with a pained expression, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it's our fault, we shouldn't have been disrespectful to you, please forgive us."
A family of three, kneeling on the ground, earnestly requesting Lin Hao's forgiveness.
Unfortunately, Lin Hao paid them no heed.
