Shi Tiexin stared deeply at Li Jiahao's video as well.
Li Jiahao moved Shi Tiexin profoundly. Li Jiahao's fatherly love for his child was the most powerful stimulus for Shi Tiexin, an orphan himself.
At that moment, Shi Tiexin was no longer merely carrying out a mission. His desire to uphold justice had never burned so fiercely.
What was justice?
Justice was—letting good be rewarded with good, and evil repaid with evil.
Evil like Ma Zhaodong's should be judged, while goodness like Li Jiahao's should be protected. That was the most simple and fundamental justice.
In the final video, the gaunt Li Jiahao said gravely to the camera, "Persevere, persevere. For my child, there's nothing I can't do."
There was no next video, because Li Jiahao had already died on the road of perseverance.
Shi Tiexin silently said to Li Jiahao in the video, "Don't worry, brother. Your child will definitely grow up beneath the sunlight."
In the deep night, the elderly couple, Cheng Long, and Shi Tiexin ate dinner and talked together. Even this shabby little house gained a trace of warmth.
At the same time, Henry, the head of the claims department, was still working overtime in the Brandon Insurance Company building.
His main job was to think of every possible way to make the claims department's performance reports look better. To that end, he had recently racked his brains to send away many troublesome commoners and country bumpkins who had come demanding money. In order to get dividends, promotions, and raises, many of his methods had taken the sword down a perilous path.
But who cared whether those lonely old people lived or died? Henry was an expert at serving dishes according to the guest.
At eleven at night, Henry tugged at his tie and walked out