Xie Wenhui understood his father's temperament.
Once his father spoke, he never changed his mind.
Thus, the only choices before him were, to write a guarantee letter and move out of the Xie Family villa with his parents.
Or, to completely sever ties with his father and be driven out of the house.
He didn't want to choose either option.
But when he had to pick one, there was nothing to agonize over.
His face pale, he said with a trembling voice, "I choose the first option, I'll write the guarantee letter and move out of the Xie Family."
Senior Master Xie had known it would be like this and had ordered someone to bring in paper and ink.
Senior Master Xie didn't tell him to stand up, so Xie Wenhui didn't dare to rise, kneeling at the edge of the coffee table, with trembling hands, he wrote the guarantee letter stroke by stroke.
Each stroke pained him as if a blunt knife was slicing through his flesh.
