"Are you planning to do time or would you like to talk properly?"
Mo Shangjun's tone wasn't exactly harsh, but those cold eyes and calm voice clearly weren't pretending to deceive him.
Besides, she had no reason to.
Yang Bai was much calmer.
Yet his heart was still filled with anger, hard to quell.
Yang Bai gritted his teeth and simply sat on the ground without getting back up. He stared at Mo Shangjun sarcastically, his tone dripping with irony, "Aren't you supposed to represent justice? Yet you're using such lowly methods."
He wasn't exactly unreasonable.
Before knowing what his father did, he resented people in this line of work. If friends got mixed up with it, he would definitely avoid them.
Later, when his father got caught, he felt utterly lost.
On one hand, he had his father, bound by blood. On the other, there was the business he despised.
He didn't know which side to lean towards.
