Jiang Ruan's analysis was spot on, and after she finished, she couldn't help but sigh: "So, your dad is quite indifferent to fame and wealth. After all, if this kind of thing happened to many men, at most, they'd just make it a fish-dead-net-split situation—at worst, they'd not care about their reputation, earn the title of a scumbag, and absolutely not take any responsibility."
"But your dad took responsibility for your mom, made her the mistress of the Bao Family, and left everything behind for you guys, actually quite living up to you all."
Jiang Ruan said these things, but Bao Ye had never seriously thought about it.
In his mind, his father was a stranger.
Even over the years, the number of times they've met could be counted on one hand.
"Maybe."
Jiang Ruan curiously asked him, "So where is your dad now?"
Bao Ye replied, "Abroad."
