Han Dongchen became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally roared furiously, "He says he won't go, so he won't go? There's no room for discussion, he has to go even if he doesn't want to."
Han Dongchen's words were undeniably domineering, and Han Yiwei, standing outside the door, heard them crystal clear, his heart suddenly chilled by half.
He knew this matter was difficult, and he was even more aware of the hard work and good intentions Han Dongchen had poured into him. Han Yiwei really didn't want to hurt Uncle Han's heart, but...
Han Yiwei slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were moist but he forcibly pushed back the tears.
How difficult could it be? If he couldn't get through this obstacle, what kind of future could he talk about?
He knew very well what he was doing. His identity meant he couldn't bypass Han Dongchen, not just him but Guoguo and Tangtang, and others certainly couldn't either.
