Chapter 93
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An Xiaxia paced around nervously, holding her breath as she continued to watch the video on her phone.
Sheng Yize began to sing along with the music, accompanied by difficult dance moves.
Every time he flipped and moved, An Xiaxia felt her heart wrench.
Yet, he didn't show any signs of pain on his face, and his movements were smooth and flawless.
When the last note fell, he ended the song perfectly.
The audience applauded one after another.
The rumors of him being injured were dispelled just like that.
Lu Ke answered the reporters' questions for him, and Sheng Yize left the stage after saying a few words.
Just as he walked backstage, a blonde guy he was familiar with patted his shoulder. "Hey, Yize, is the press conference over?"
Sheng Yize's body swayed, and he furrowed his brows slightly. He nodded lightly and replied with an indifferent "Mhm."
The blonde guy noticed his strange expression and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything.
There were too many people in the company, and if his injury was exposed, it would cause more trouble.
He sighed. "Rest well, don't work so hard at such a young age."
Sheng Yize smiled. "It's nothing."
Since it was the path he chose, no matter how painful or bitter it was, it was his responsibility.
The blonde guy slapped his forehead. "I almost forgot, security just called me and told me to inform you that Uncle Sheng is here and is waiting for you at the side door of the company …"
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Sheng Yize changed into a lighter set of clothes, ignoring the stinging pain from his injury, and walked to the side door.
A Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road, looking out of place from the ordinary streets.
Sheng Yize walked over, got in the car, and nodded coldly in greeting.
The dignified middle-aged man turned to look at him with displeasure. "What's going on with you falling into the water?"
"Didn't you already find out?" Sheng Yize replied calmly.
Sheng Zhiyuan angrily threw the newspaper in his hand. "How many times have I told you that I agreed to let you join this industry, not to put yourself in danger!"
"I'll handle my own business."
Sheng Zhiyuan paused and softened his tone. "I know you've always resented me … But what happened back then wasn't my responsibility alone. Am I supposed to leave you to die and save a stranger?"
These words touched Sheng Yize's most sensitive nerve. He sneered, "Did I ask you to save me? Is it up to you to decide whether or not I want to live in this world? "
Sheng Zhiyuan was exasperated. "Did I raise you to piss me off?"
Sheng Yize glanced at him, looked up, and stepped out of the car. He couldn't even be bothered with Sheng Zhiyuan.
He got into his van, and the driver asked cautiously, "Young Master, where are you going?"
Sheng Yize seemed to think for a long time before giving the answer, "Go back to the An family."
"Yes."
Watching the black Porsche drive away, Sheng Zhiyuan sighed heavily in the car.
After so many years, Sheng Yize still didn't even want to call him "father".
Could it be that what happened back then was really his fault?
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An Xiaxia was so anxious at home that she didn't even have a good dinner. Under the surprised gaze of Papa An and An Yibei, she put down her chopsticks. "I'm full, I'm going for a walk."
She put on a jacket and rushed downstairs. She planned to take a taxi to Endless Night Company.
Sheng Yize, that bastard, was really worrying!
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she bumped into a warm and broad embrace.
Sheng Yize's low and lazy voice drifted over. "Short-legged Xia, since when can you run so fast?"
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