Your standards are low

Wang Lian did not lift his head, he did not look him in the eye, but there was a faint indication of a nod. He held no grouse against him. Wang Shu removed his hand from his son's shoulder.

He quickly left the room. Wang Shu wanted him to make an exit. He had noticed the trembling of his lips, like a child's, and he was repeatedly trying to purse them to gain self-control.

If he had remained there a few moments longer, he would have burst into tears. Wang Shu himself also did not want to heighten his own remorse. Ru Shi, all the while, in this whole conversation, had not interfered, but after Wang Lian left, she tried to console Wang Shu.

''There's no need to regret. Whatever you did, it was for his good. He'll understand''. Looking at him, she could gauge Wang Shu's mental state. Wang shu, lighting a cigarette, was pacing the room.