Lin Hao boarded the return flight.
Looking at the buildings growing smaller outside the window, Lin Hao felt despair fill his heart.
Aunt is gone.
That means the only person left who can exchange a life for his father's is himself.
The cruelest thing in the world is to give someone hope, and then let them despair.
Lin Hao doesn't want to die; he is just over thirty, supposedly with a bright future and plenty of time.
Does he really have to exchange his life?
Sigh—
But the family knows their own matters, Father started from scratch, and now all those old colleagues around him have become old and sly within the company.
It's difficult to get rid of them, and Lin Hao lacks the ability to maintain the company's stability.
Those people think he grew up in luxury like a spoiled young master and don't respect him at all.
They just respect his father's face for now.
