There is no such thing as empathy in the world.
But when everyone else leaves school happily with their backpacks, yet you're left behind by the teacher, it's a feeling many might have experienced.
"Your dad said he wanted foot massages, that's why I brought him here."
The detained Jiang Chen spoke, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
He had no choice but to be calm and composed.
The opponent appeared to be standing casually, yet actually guarded the door and angled towards the window, blocking all his escape routes.
Moreover.
This is Qinyuan, their home turf, even escaping from this room doesn't mean a way out.
He is not Wu Guangjiang.
Wu Guangjiang has no identity burden; he can run out singing without any fear fueled by alcohol, and nobody knows him.
But he is different.
"He wanted a foot massage, that's his business. You bringing him here, that's yours."
Lan Peizhi was fair and strict.
