"Damn it!" Shi Dongyang looked up and pushed his sticky hair back, then turned to see Shi Su walking away without a care in the world. He quickly turned around and grabbed her arm: "Shi Su! Don't be such a damn phony! Your father Shi Lingkang is now half a cripple, with no skills, no family, no backing, living in the capital eating and waiting to die, isn't he damn well living off me?"
Shi Su forcefully tried to shake off his hand: "Whether Shi Lingkang lives or dies has nothing to do with me. If he dies, you can tell me, so I can buy some firecrackers for you to set off!"
"Heh, in the past two years in the capital, he has never stopped trying to atone and show off in front of Mr. Shi, like a dog craving another chance to inherit stock rights. Now you refuse to go back. Who knows if someday you'll get a wire crossed in your brain and run back to the capital, wagging your tail and begging like your loser dad!"
