He could still recall Zhao Xingyuan's panicked expression, Li Yueyi's mocking words, and all the reporters' incisive remarks as her world collapsed in an instant.
Qin Muchuan was gripping the cup in his hands tightly, his whole body trembling.
"Uncle..." Qin Yin called out to him, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't."
"No," Qin Muchuan shook his head, looked at Qin Yin, and then said with a bitter smile, "Yinyin, it's time for your uncle to admit his mistakes to you and your mother. I was wrong; it's all my fault. I'm sorry to your mother, sorry to you. It's because of me that you and your mother have endured such a life, letting others exploit your vulnerabilities to insult you, and I couldn't stand up like a man to protect you both. I'm sorry."
His eyes suddenly turned red, and tears streaked down his face.
