"Xiao Jin, it was my mistake." Old Master Meng held the family portrait, his tears still hesitating to fall onto the photograph. Regretting deeply, his dear grandson, spoiled by his indulgence, had become increasingly lawless, increasingly...
When Old Master Meng saw the evidence brought by Mo Siyu, he truly felt the urge to strangle Meng Yanzhi to death, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Old Master Meng dared not tell Meng Jin about this. If Meng Jin found out, he would probably disown Yanzhi immediately.
Old Master Meng thought it would be best to quickly send Meng Yanzhi out of the country. Once abroad, if Yanzhi didn't return, Meng Jin wouldn't be able to hold Yanzhi accountable.
As for the mistakes Meng Yanzhi made, Old Master Meng knew he would spend his life trying to make amends.
Dawn was breaking.
Old Master Meng sat in the room, holding the family portrait on the recliner all night, in a half-awake state.
