Bai Junnan remained composed in the face of his mother's scolding.
"Bai Junnan, if I don't agree with you, are you really planning to send me to prison?" Zhang Suxin's face had turned livid, and she stared at her son with unfamiliar eyes, seemingly unable to comprehend that the material in her hands had been collected by her own son.
Bai Junnan's expression remained indifferent. "Mom, I just want you to stop sooner. If you keep going, you will truly fall into a hopeless abyss."
"That sounds nice, let me ask you, among those who have struggled in the business world, how many of them have clean hands? What I've done is nothing compared to them."
"You're just starting now. Once some things are started, they cannot be stopped and only sink deeper. Mom, for your own sake and for our family, please let go."
