"This is what you get for hiding it from me, for not telling me," Gao Mingxuan scolded his foolish son, Gao Ruiping, his face still stern as they stepped out of the consultation room. "If you had told me earlier, Miaomiao might have started her medication by now. Why would her condition have dragged on until today? The child has suffered so much over these past three months."
"Dad, I really know I was wrong."
Gao Ruiping hung his head in dismay, his face full of bitterness. He had completely lost the commanding presence he usually carried as a minor leader at his workplace.
