Ji An asked uneasily, "Ning Dong, what do you plan to do next?"
Ning Dong reached up and covered his face. "Brother Ji An, I was forced to do that; I had no choice. I didn't want to harm him, but he has gone too far. He had pushed my mother and me into a corner. Brother Ji An, you have to believe me. I didn't want to do that. I had no choice. It's all his fault! It's all his fault!"
Although Ji An could not see Ning Dong's face, he could hear the tears in Ning Dong's voice. He hesitated briefly before he reached out and patted Ning Dong's shoulder. Then, he gently said, "It's not your fault. It's not your fault."
Ning Dong removed his hand from his face and looked at Ji An hopefully. "Really? Brother Ji An, do you really mean it? You don't think it's my fault?"
Ji An nodded. "Ning Dong, your father is too biased. He left you with no other choice!"
