Remembering this single statement with such clarity, Yang Jingshen felt dazed for a moment. If he remembered correctly, it was a man who said this. But, just what kind of man was it? However, when he tried to recall more, Yang Jingshen felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head. It was like someone took a knife and started poking his forehead.
Suppressing the nausea once again, he clutched the wall, nearly slipping on the blood on the ground. The blow to his head when sister Wan bashed his head against the ground– was it that serious? He thought it was ok though?
Then, suddenly he remembered. Remembered who it was that said this seemingly heaven-defying sentence… and felt a little bored.
'Oh. So, it was my cheap dad, eh? Even scums can be eloquent, huh?'
