Bai Huanyu wasn't someone who valued face more than his life; in fact, a lot of the time he could shamelessly throw face out the window in broad daylight.
But in an occasion like today, he really couldn't afford not to care about face.
So many of his supporters were staring at him from below the stage; if he really lost face here, he'd never be able to talk tough again in the future.
"I shouldn't have been clinging to luck," Bai Huanyu said through gritted teeth, and at the same time swung his hand and slapped himself across the face.
This slap, although it didn't land on Bai Tieniu's face, jolted him out of his heated state and back to his senses; he hurriedly said, "Dad, just now I..."
Bai Huanyu waved his hand, cutting him off: "This isn't your fault, and now isn't the time to dwell on that. In a bit you take Zhixiang and go on stage with me."
"Isn't this process a little too simplified?" Bai Tieniu said with his brows tightly furrowed.
