"Sheng, after what I've been through today, I've come to a complete understanding!"
After half an hour of silence, Su Dazhong, who was driving, finally spoke up, his voice filled with resolve.
Bai Xiaosheng, who had been texting nonstop, put down his phone and looked up at him.
"A man should have some temper, some spirit!"
"For the sake of a future, for the sake of the big picture, compromise, and what do you end up with?"
"Conspiracies! Schemes!"
Su Dazhong pounded the steering wheel, his eyes ablaze with frustration and anger that seemed ready to burst forth.
Bai Xiaosheng nodded.
"I'm the meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of the butcher's knife!"
Taking a moment, Su Dazhong chewed over these words, a self-deprecating and yet mournful smile on his face, "You think I'm stupid?"
"Has Han Xuancheng only messed with me once or twice over the years? No!"
"I always thought, 'Endure a moment of peace, why must it come to a life-and-death struggle?'"