Le Tong's mind was already filled with a jumble of things, and these things were so disorganized that they were hard to sort out in a short time. Adding anything more would only create more chaos.
Moreover, Le Tong wasn't sure if her current state on the verge of collapse could bear the history of her father.
"I don't want to listen..."
Le Tong turned her face away from the Old Master because she was afraid to see his wrinkled face full of deep sorrow, which would soften her heart.
She wasn't cold-hearted, but she also didn't want to force herself.
Before Baobao and Ji Rui occupied significant places in her heart, her father and mother each held half the space in her heart.
The rejected Old Master had eyes full of disappointment, which Yang Sheng, as an observer, noticed.
At this moment, if he really had to pick a side, it would indeed make things difficult for him.
For Yang Sheng, both the Old Master and Le Tong were like the palm and the back of his hand.
