"Uncle—what are you talking about?"
Liu Tangtang didn't understand what Lin Zifeng was saying.
"It's normal if you don't understand. Society loves to bully you naive kids with unrealistic dreams," Lin Zifeng said.
"Bad uncle, I'm already feeling terrible, and you're still mocking me. Is it necessary?"
"I'm not mocking you, I'm just speaking the truth. Alright, since that assistant director has already booked a room, let's go."
Lin Zifeng wanted to see what kind of power that so-called assistant director actually had.
"Uncle, where are we going?"
Liu Tangtang was confused, trying to stop feeling sad and hopeless.
"Come on, I'll show you some style and take you flying..."
Saying this, Lin Zifeng held her small hand and headed to the back door from the second floor.
Lin Zifeng hated this kind of scumbag the most in his entire life.
They always think they can do whatever they want just because they have some power.
