Jiang Baishu's voice was low, but it carried a sense of determination.
Fang Ziyin's knuckles whitened as she gripped her water glass.
'Could it be that not even Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan can change Jiang Baishu's mind?'
Leng Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but his tone grew sharper. "Come back? Come back to farm? The country has spent so many years training you, and you didn't even get to see your parents one last time—you paid such a heavy price just to come back and work the fields? Then what was the point of all that effort in the first place?"
Gu Jiaojiao...
Fang Ziyin...
The two of them looked at Jiang Baishu with worry.
As they expected, the color drained from Jiang Baishu's face.
But Leng Yuan wasn't done with him. "Jiang Baishu, you've been selfish since you were a child, never listening to anyone else's opinion. It was true when you left home back then, and it's true now."
