"Dad... Dad, I..."
Chang Xin's eyes kept darting around, struggling to squeeze out a few words, while the cold sweat on his forehead increased.
He wanted to lower his head, but Chu Ge grabbed his hair and yanked it upward, his other hand clutching Chang Xin's face, forcing him to meet the piercing, unfathomable eyes of the founding leader in the giant photo.
"Chang Xin, under these eyes, you'd better first ask your own conscience, think carefully about the party spirit you've long since forgotten, maybe even mocked as a joke. Seriously recall those hypocritical faces you once despised, even detested, and then decide if you're going to tell the truth. It's up to you."
If it were usual, even if Chang Xin wouldn't be disrespectful to any leader outwardly, he would be secretly scoffing, thinking of such words as foolish. Moron.
