Upon hearing this, Jing Su's expression paused for a moment. He pursed his lips and pondered, "He probably doesn't have that much energy anymore."
Bo Jingshen's hatred for Jing Ce was different. Not for a day had Bo Jingshen considered Jing Ce as his father. His father had always been that gentle almost meek long-distance bus driver.
Towards Jing Ce, there was nothing but disgust and hatred.
There's no fault in it, Jing Ce had never been his father for a day, and he had never treated him as his son either.
What was Bo Jingshen anyway, just a fallback option. He wasn't considered a son. Even in Jing Ce's eyes, he wasn't considered a person, he was just a choice made out of necessity.
But Jing Su was different. After all, Jing Su had genuinely been Jing Ce's son. Although Jing Ce was biased and cold, lacking a sense of responsibility and even respect towards women,
