Wu Hao ran to the green belt in the neighborhood, turned his head to look at the house behind him, and felt a sharp pang in his heart.
Just now, Zhang Yu's words had truly cornered him—could it be that he wasn't worried?
Of course he was worried, but could he say it out loud? He couldn't.
His parents and siblings were unreliable, and Feng Min, the wife he fought tooth and nail to marry, had long since been on the verge of estrangement.
They didn't get divorced, not for the sake of the children, but because they worked within the system. If they divorced, their positions at work would become even more precarious.
Wu Min, the child who thought her parents favored sons over daughters, had been harboring grievances for a long time. She might not treat them well in the future.
Wu Jian, his son for whom he had gone above and beyond to provide and pave the way, had clearly received the most resources from the family. Yet Wu Jian's dissatisfaction was also growing by the day.
