Bo Siyan lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a glance through the car window before finally rolling it down, his lips forming a faint curve, "Speak."
Shi Zhen had never been treated this way from birth until now, but at this moment, he had no choice but to stand by the roadside, begging a junior with a supplicant's posture, his dignity and pride cast to the ground.
He wanted to turn around and walk away, but his legs seemed nailed to the spot, unable to lift.
Clenching his fists tightly, Shi Zhen still struggled to speak, "I came today... hoping that you would consider the many years of friendship between our two families, on account of... Jiayin, no, on account of Lele, please show some mercy and not be utterly ruthless."