"You!"
Yuan Pandi couldn't believe she had said so much, yet this son still couldn't see the light.
No, it's not that he couldn't see the light, but that he was bewitched.
"Are you determined to go down this dark path?"
Yuan Pandi looked at her stubbornly kneeling eldest son, truly feeling the pain of disappointment.
"Dad, can you let me try?"
"If Xue'er has no feelings for me, I promise to always listen to you in the future and never appear in front of her again!"
"Dad, I'm begging you!"
In the freezing weather, on the icy ground, Yuan Shougui kneeled, repeatedly kowtowing to Yuan Pandi.
This scene, in the eyes of Yuan Zhaodi, Yuan Yindi, Old Yuan, Mrs. Zeng, and others, really tugged at their hearts.
"Xiao Wu, what do you think?"
Old Yuan looked at his youngest son, already filled with compassion.
"Dad, we can't afford to gamble!"
Yuan Yindi shook his head.
"And you, Lao Si?"
Old Yuan turned to Yuan Zhaodi.
