Sun Xiuyuan hurriedly reached for Mr. Sun's arm, "Dad, please, just hurry up and call the newspaper. I don't want to be in the papers anymore, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I'll pass on this one, let another classmate have the chance."
Mr. Sun looked at his daughter with satisfaction, feeling she had grown up.
Although she had not handled this situation well, things had already come to this point, and calling the newspaper to retrieve all the copies was out of the question; it would turn a minor issue into a massive one. He frowned and said, "Let's just leave it as it is, it's impossible to take it back now; the newspaper has already been printed. Moreover, are you saying we can just cancel the distribution of hundreds of thousands of newspapers just like that?"
Sun Xiuyuan's face instantly turned ashen.
Mr. Sun's sharp gaze revealed that he sensed there was more to the story than what his daughter was saying.