Liu Rufeng had been waiting for Mr. Tang's contact. When he saw Mr. Tang's call, he hung up first.
Then I waited until he continued to call me and finally got through.
It's just that he and Mr. Tang smiled coldly and coldly, "Is something wrong? Mr. Tang?"
"Rufeng, what do you want me to do before I can give up?" Mr. Tang's voice had a sense of vicissitudes.
Liu Rufeng rubbed the center of his eyebrows and chuckled: "If my parents can come back, then I will definitely let you go."
"You clearly know that people cannot be resurrected, so why do you still make things difficult for me?" Mr. Tang exhaled deeply and asked helplessly.
Liu Rufeng laughed softly and looked out the window, "Since you know it's impossible, why are you still looking for me? Mr. Tang, do you think I'm really that happy following you all these years?"
"I know not, but..." Mr. Tang sighed, "But I have also trained you."
"I have worked hard for the Tang family and made a lot of money for you. Do you think I still owe you?" Liu Rufeng asked.
Mr. Tang was stunned for a second, and finally nodded, "Yes, you are right, you don't owe us. We owe you."
"So just wait for your retribution with peace of mind. People must always be responsible for what they do. This is what you taught me a long time ago. Now I just implement it." With that, Liu Rufeng hung up the phone.
.
He liked the feeling of torturing Mr. Tang like this.
That's how I feel happy.
But on his way to revenge, the only thing he felt bad about was hurting Tang Kexin.
It was such a simple piece of white paper, but in the end it changed color because of him.
I'm sorry, Tang Kexin.
Mr. Tang failed to communicate with Liu Rufeng and did not visit his wife and daughter again. He went to the cemetery alone.
When people are extremely unlucky, they will think of the past.
At this time, Mr. Tang thought of his first wife, Tang Kexin's mother.
That woman once loved him wholeheartedly, and even if she knew he had someone outside, she would never really resent her.
She was the kindest woman he met, but he pushed her into the cliff with his own hands.
"I'm sorry, Azhen, if I had known it would be like this, I would have listened to you and never interacted with those people. I knew I was wrong." Mr. Tang sat in front of his wife's tombstone and sighed.
The wind blew a few grasses next to the tombstone, making Mr. Tang look even more pitiful.
Mr. Tang rubbed the corners of his eyes and wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry a single tear.
His tears were worthless, and even his self-esteem was worthless. After being betrayed again and again, he no longer took these seriously.
But when I'm really sad, not a single drop of those worthless tears falls.
He thought this was probably his retribution, and he deserved to suffer this.
"Azhen, I was really wrong. If I could go back in time, how great it would be. I think you would definitely give me another son, and we would be happier. Instead of being like now, where I have nothing.
"Mr. Tang sighed. Thinking of Tang Kexin and the others, he felt like a bastard.
A good life ended up with nothing of his own doing.
At the same time, Tang Kexin was standing not far away, but she did not come over.
She was in a bad mood and asked Second Young Master Xiao to accompany her to visit the grave.
But she didn't want to see her heartless father in front of her mother's tombstone from a distance.
What is he doing? Is the rabbit sad and the fox sad? (To be continued)