"I want to see him," Su Ziceng's gaze still lingered on the milk and eggs.
"Seeing him might do some good; perhaps you can persuade him not to commit suicide," Pello could only see Su Ziceng's profile, and she seemed to have lost some weight.
Upon hearing the word 'suicide', Su Ziceng's mouth twitched, but she still did not lift her face. She could feel Pello watching her intently, as if waiting for her to beg pitifully.
Then, let it be as he wishes. "I hope you will let me take care of father," Su Ziceng said, her tone lacking confidence. In some ways, Pello's form of captivity was also the best form of protection, given the huge debts incurred by the Su Family's bankruptcy that had debtors in Mo City and across the country clamoring to make Su Qingzhang suffer.
