"Do you think it's right to just disappear without a word?"
Lin Hai's stern voice rang out, and his expression was akin to an angry Vajra, imposing and solemn, mixed with a teeth-gnashing sort of "hate iron for not being steel" feeling.
Pointing forward, Lin Hai's face was a mix of sorrow and frustration, his tone and demeanor reminiscent of a highly respected teacher facing an irredeemable bad student.
"It's a shame, a grown man should be responsible, brave enough to admit mistakes, understand?"
"What else can I say about you?"
"Don't ever do this again in the future, do you hear me? Or you'll get beaten to death."
After Lin Hai's final earnest advice, he let out a long, compassionate sigh.
The scene shifted according to Lin Hai's downward gaze.
The situation in the room was like this at the moment:
Lin Hai was squatting on the ground, lecturing himself in the mirror with all sorts of scoldings.
