He wasn't bothered until he heard those words, but when he did, the darkness in Ou Chengtian's eyes deepened ever further.
Every vein on his face was stretched tight, just like the line hanging precariously in his mind that could snap at any moment.
For his good? Ruining his happiness was for his good? Threatening his own son, was that also for his good? Never bothering about him since childhood, was that also for his good? Then was his affair with Xia Liyou's mother also for his own good?
He had to bear the consequences of his father's mistakes, utterly selfish to the core. And now, he had the nerve to say it was all for his good. Could there be anyone more thick-skinned than him in the world?
Yet, this man was his father.
Ou Chengtian forced a bitter smile, "If that's the case, I'd really prefer it if you stopped caring about me. I can't take it."
Speaking in a stern voice, not very loud, but heavy enough to pound the heart.
