Chen Jiahong gazed at Chen Ling.

Maybe even Chen Jiahong himself doesn't know how he feels about his father. Hatred, reverence, fear, or both.

Chen Ling looked at Chen Jiahong. After a moment of silence, he said, "If you died here today, I would be sad, very sad. It's also sad, very sad. Because you are my son, your blood is running through my blood, if someone wants to bully you, my father, even if it lost his life, it doesn't matter. However, today, all this, to this point, you are responsible for everything. I will be sad and sad, but that's all."

Chen Jiahong was shocked, his eyes became...