Sun Weiguang waved his hand dismissively.
"What's the use of good intentions?"
"It's fine if you meet someone resilient. But if you encounter someone with poor mental strength, the outcome will be like this."
But Sun Weiguang seemed nonchalant.
When talking about his son's death, he was indifferent, as if it didn't concern him.
His eldest son was also incredibly angry.
"Dad, do you even know what you're saying?"
Veins bulged on his neck.
His face was filled with disbelief.
Sun Weiguang coldly raised his eyes to look at his son.
"Why, isn't this what's to be expected?"
"I'm merely stating the facts. If his will had been stronger and not so fragile, today wouldn't have happened either."
But after hearing his father's words.
Sun Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh out loud.
