"But, Dad, have you ever considered that the video you saw is completely fake? That it was a setup orchestrated by Li Chengxi and Xiang Fengyu, exploiting your love for me to trap you?"
After a moment of silence, Shang Pinhao lifted his deep, dark gaze and looked at Shang Yide. His defined fingers unconsciously tightened around Shang Yide's hand. Shang Pinhao's eyes grew darker, deeply haunted, his pain growing unbearably intense.
"What? Impossible!" Shang Yide's brows furrowed further, shaking his head in disbelief as his face turned pale as paper. His heart began racing, pounding like a drum. If what his son said was true, then all his efforts over the years would amount to nothing but a cruel joke!
