Chapter 7

The scrape on my arm was yanked, making tears of pain fall from my eyes.

Cheng Wang pointed at the surrounding cameras: "If you don't apologize, when today's show airs, the Shen Family will be completely finished."

I threw the spray bottle at his feet.

"Is my injury not severe enough?"

The bottle of spray still had my blood on it, and when it hit the ground, bright red streaks splattered onto his pant leg.

He suddenly shuddered, lifting his hand, only to realize that the stickiness on it wasn't rainwater.

It was my blood.

I looked wearily at these two men I had once treasured as life itself, and after a long time, I spoke:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let Dad find someone to defend you in court and smooth over your illegal boxing incident."

"I'm sorry, Yanyan, I shouldn't have taken such care with your heart condition and allergies, constantly cautious, restraining you."