The corridor in the back yard of the hospital was empty, and Tong Songlin looked at Tong Jiyuan standing in front of him, scrutinizing him closely.
Finally, he couldn't help but smile, "If your father had been half as decisive as you are back in the day, you wouldn't have to go to such lengths now. Spreading a false rumor and then covering it up yourself, not bad!"
Tong Jiyuan stood in front of her, still serious and with a hint of coldness. This child seemed to have a deep-seated indifference, "Aunt, you must be joking. Father was too indecisive back then, which is why he ended up like that. If I'm not decisive now, how can I reclaim what rightfully belonged to my father and me, and avenge him? I know I shouldn't have calculated against you like this. That's why I came to the hospital at once to formally apologize to you."
