"No one in the world can doubt that I am my father's son, but everyone in the world doubts that I am not worthy of being my father's son. As long as I think like this, I feel that how can I have the face to appear in front of my father?" Su Muzhe listened to Yunyang Chenxi's calm voice, but seemed to feel the unique resilience of the young man who was gradually being crushed in the gentle voice. In the past, we always saw the high-spirited youth, but when talking about that person, his pride and wantonness faded away, leaving only cold ashes. Looking at it, the young man's expression was peaceful, as if he was just recalling the stupid things he did when he was a child. He had a lot of nostalgia but did not feel sad. The full moon was shining coldly.