"Qiuqiu, your father is ill, and he doesn't have many days left. Can you be normal for your father's sake? The past was my fault. Please come home with me. I'll spend everything I have to get you well."
After being deceived, Qiuqiu's father's demeanor was no longer overbearing. His pathetic pleading truly looked pitiful.
The light reflected off his gray hair, and Qiuqiu saw the wrinkles on his father's face. For a moment, he was in a daze, but the shadows of his childhood and his dislocated life could not be forgiven with just a few lines of wrinkles, could they?
"Ill? Hahaha! You're fooling a ghost? I've only heard one saying, 'Good people don't live long, but evildoers last a thousand years.' With all the despicable things you've done, you could live a thousand or ten thousand years!"
"You!" Qiuqiu's father clutched his chest in anger.
The people around him rushed to support him, "Uncle Three!"
