The empty tea restaurant was eerily silent.
In the quiet atmosphere, a strong sense of confrontation was brewing.
How pitiable is the parents' heart throughout the world.
A son's life hanging by a thread, his fate uncertain, the anguish of a parent is wholly understandable.
Young Prince Ye was no different.
Thus, he picked up his chopsticks, began serving himself food and said, "You all go back first. Once there's a result, I'll let you know."
Mai Jie was furiously upset, yet powerless to do anything.
It all comes back to that old saying.
What goes around comes around.
"We need not trouble Young Master Ye, just give us the address and we'll go get him ourselves."
The words squeezed out from between clenched teeth, as authoritative as Xiang Tai, but in the end, still bowing to reality.
Society is like a staircase.
No matter how high you stand, there will always be people looking up to you from below, and always those above whom you must look up to.
