Rong Si wanted to speak, glancing at the surveillance camera in the left corner of the room... and closed his mouth.
"Dad, I've already decided. Please ease your mind... imprisonment is not the most terrifying thing."
Rong Jing's words were calm, but in Rong Si's eyes at this moment, there was only a haggard son, only a son who suffered in the detention center.
Rong Jing had become thin, a stubble appeared on his face, and it looked as if a layer of gray was covering his face, no longer the bright and spirited demeanor of the eldest son of the Rong Family.
Although no improper interrogation techniques were used on him at the detention center, spending days there, not appearing worn out was impossible.
It's simply the love of a parent, the suffering Rong Jing endured was magnified several times in his father's heart.
Rong Si couldn't understand Rong Jing's decision for a moment, pondering repeatedly, suddenly realizing,
