"Alright, I'll listen to my son." The old man drank the last mouthful of medicine from the bowl, his smile brilliant.
It was as though the bitterness in his mouth had been dissolved by the sweetness of pride, flowing straight into his heart.
The man helped the old man lie back down, chatted with him for a while longer, and told him to get some proper rest before slowly leaving the room under Li Luo's watchful gaze.
Xu Xiao still stood in the corridor like a statue, without moving an inch.
When she saw the man emerge, she merely raised her eyes slightly and watched him in silence.
Li Luo followed behind without saying a word, observing quietly as well.
Under the attention of those two gazes, the man looked toward the densely packed high-rises in the distance, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
Just then, his phone rang.
The remaining trace of a smile vanished from the man's face, replaced by helplessness at a reality he did not wish to accept.
Yet when he picked up his phone and saw who was calling, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
He answered the call, replying in a relaxed, smiling tone:
"Oh—who's calling Daddy?"
Without even hearing the childish voice on the other end, Li Luo could guess who it was.
It was a call from that man's child.
The fury she had forcibly suppressed beneath her heavy emotions surged up again, burning painfully in her chest.
They were both parents. They both had children!
Why couldn't he put himself in someone else's shoes? Why couldn't he empathize?!
Had this bastard never considered it?
Never considered the kind of blow wrongfully killing a good man would deal to that man's family?
How much it would hurt his