If it hadn't been to clean up Tang Fei's mess and to fight for a chance of survival for the family, he would now embrace Zhong Daolong and go to die...
That was the sense of belonging he had longed for.
"Do you think she would believe me if I said I knew nothing about it?"
"No," the old man shook his head decisively and said, "That girl is clever, her mind as clear as a mirror; she sees through many things without speaking of them."
"Yes, as we speak... it makes me feel guilty myself," Tang Fei said with a helpless expression.
When Phoenix asked him if he was tired, hadn't she already made it clear that she knew everything?
"Then why did you still come?" the old man asked, curling his lips.
"Explaining is a matter of attitude, not explaining is... a matter of quality."
Tang Fei had explained, and even if Phoenix didn't want to accept the explanation, it would ultimately make her feel a bit better.
