It is well known.
Social death is not the death of the body, but the death of the spirit, the death of face.
It is the jumping off a cliff of one's character.
It is the hanging of dignity.
It is the temporary disappearance of a sense of existence!
After experiencing a painful embarrassment, Qin Zi did not know how to handle this awkward scene before him, so he chose to faint.
He believed that when he woke up, he could act as if nothing had happened, and his father wouldn't question it.
After all, no one knows a son better than his father.
Just as he believed he understood his father well, he also believed his father understood him.
This was indeed the case.
After he woke up, Qin Chuan deftly avoided that awkward topic, and after a heartfelt hug, the father and son returned to the previous state of fatherly kindness and filial piety, without any sense of discord.
"Xiao Zi, there's something I want to give you."
After a long while, Qin Chuan said.
"Ah?"
