Shi Su opened the car door: "I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."
She didn't even say goodbye, just got out of the car.
She didn't plan to see him again.
This Mr. Shi seemed to lower his stance and talk to her for a bit, every word like a poor old man missing the companionship of family, as if seeking sympathy from her as his granddaughter.
Shi Lingkang was indeed not a good father, and a scumbag.
But if he said Shi Lingkang lacked conscience, then how many conscienceless things had this old man done to stand his ground in the Imperial Capital, a place where murder was invisible, for so many years, even he might not remember.
What Mr. Shi laid in front of her was an endless wall built with gold bricks.
If she walked in, all of this would belong to her in a few years, but she'd also be completely trapped within these walls, losing her freedom like a prison cast in gold, never to escape.
