As Xue Rui was taking out the trash, he happened to run into his dad.
Xie Jianfeng was just passing by when he suddenly noticed a lot of snapped-in-half CDs in the trash bag Xue Rui was carrying.
Xue Rui also noticed Xie Jianfeng's strange gaze. 'So it was you!'
"Dad, at your age, you should watch more health and wellness shows," Xue Rui reminded him.
However, the moment he finished speaking, he got a kick.
"I won't be back for dinner today!" Xue Rui shouted.
It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't shouted; his family was already used to it.
He hadn't eaten more than a few meals at home in the last few months.
"Starve to death, you little brat!" Xie Jianfeng cursed.
Those were the masterpieces he had collected in his youth.
Even though he didn't watch them anymore, they were his precious collection...
He had thought stashing them under Xue Rui's bed was foolproof. Even if they were discovered, he could just shift the blame to his son.
