"He just states things on the paper." Ji Chucheng smiled bitterly. "In his heart, he has never treated me as a son since I was six years old. Or rather, since the first time we met, he has never treated me as his son."

"No." Li Shaojue denied it. "You don't have to be so sure. After all these years, he still can't get over it. He doesn't hate you, nor is he heartless to you."

The lights in the bar room were dim. Ji Chucheng lowered his head. His bangs had not ...