Lin Jianping's voice was very calm.
It sounded as if there was not a trace of anger.
But it was precisely because of this calmness that his words were filled with credibility.
Lin Hao knelt on the ground, looking up incredulously at his father.
"Dad, Dad, please don't send me away. I know I was wrong this time, and I won't dare to do it again."
Lin Jianping looked at him quietly, "Some things can be forgiven when done wrong, but some things can't just be brushed off with a light apology. You're no longer a child and must bear the consequences yourself."
"But Aunt, didn't she turn out okay? Now Mom is in jail, are you going to abandon me too? I am your only son, after all."
Lin Jianping did not want to continue arguing with him and directly stated his decision.
"Back then, I started from nothing, almost penniless, to reach where I am today. If you are indeed my son, you should be able to do the same. I'll pay for your plane ticket; leave the country tomorrow."
