"Apologizing to me is useless. You hurt Sweet Girl, so it's up to her."
The brigade leader's voice was ice-cold, as if he were washing his hands of the matter.
Lin Jiandong panicked, grabbing the brigade leader's leg.
"Chief, you can't just abandon me! I truly know I was wrong. We grew up together—please, you have to help me!"
The brigade leader was speechless.The villagers were, too.
'This guy has absolutely no shame.'
Lin Jiandong was forty-five and Chen Beiguo was only thirty-seven. An eight-year age difference, and they "grew up together"? Give me a break!
That was a pathetic attempt to curry favor.
Disgusted by the reek of piss on Lin Jiandong, Chen Beiguo jerked back two steps.
"Like I said, this is up to Sweet Girl."
Lin Jiandong finally got the hint.
He gritted his teeth.
He turned to Sweet Girl, bowing his head to admit his fault.
"Sweet Girl, Dad was wrong. Dad—"
"Shut up! You're not my dad."
Sweet Girl shouted.
