Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

The entire study room was deserted in an instant.

Only Su Zhiling and Shang Xiuyan remained, staring at each other, frozen in place.

Su Zhiling was completely stunned.

Looking at the books and stationery scattered all over the floor, she felt that her worldview had been severely impacted.

"no!!"

She murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly.

"Do they still have the pride and integrity of contemporary college students?"

"Is it really worth going to such lengths for a phone?"

Even if it's the latest model, you can't just randomly claim it as your father!

Shang Xiuyan said excitedly as she quickly packed her bag.

"Is it really that bad?"

"That's over five thousand yuan, Doubao."

"My monthly living expenses are only 1,500 yuan. I would have to save up for more than three months without eating or drinking."

Su Zhiling choked for a moment.

She opened her mouth, but found herself unable to refute it.

These days, even five thousand yuan isn't easy to earn.

But the problem is...

"That would cost so much money!"

Su Zhiling stamped her foot in frustration.

"How many people are there in the central square? A thousand? Two thousand?"

"Where did this old man get so much money! Is he crazy? He wouldn't have sold our house, would he?!"

Su Zhiling became increasingly alarmed as she thought about it.

She knew her father's financial situation all too well.

Being a senior executive at a large company sounds glamorous, but you have to pay nearly 100,000 yuan a month in mortgage payments, car loan payments, and household expenses, leaving you with hardly any money left.

Upon hearing this, Shang Xiuyan lowered her voice.

"Very likely!"

"Think about it, Doubao. The child's father doesn't have much money to begin with, but he rented a Bentley worth over four million just to impress you."

"It's not surprising at all that he's selling the house now to beg for your forgiveness!"

Su Mu's four-million-yuan Bentley still bears the injustice of being a rental property.

"That old man Deng!!"

Su Zhiling bit her lower lip, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

A warm feeling welled up uncontrollably in my heart.

She was a little touched.

Really.

A man who had been proud his whole life was willing to go bankrupt and spend millions to gain his daughter's forgiveness.

This fatherly love was so heavy that it made her feel a little suffocated.

But what followed was an even stronger anger!

I was moved, but I was also genuinely angry!

That's a house!

It's her real estate!

Even if you don't leave it to her later, it's still money! Are you just going to squander it on a bunch of unrelated people?

Distressed!

My heart is bleeding!

Looking at her unpredictable expression, Shang Xiuyan cautiously probed.

"Doubao, do you want to go over and take a look?"

Su Zhiling refused without even thinking, her tone curt.

"I'm not going!"

"What are we going there for? To watch that old man waste money? I'm afraid I'll faint from anger if I go!"

Shang Xiuyan blinked and offered a reason that Su Zhiling couldn't refuse.

"Hey, try looking at it from a different perspective."

"You're telling me, the father of my child made such a big fuss today just so you would show up and forgive him."

"If you keep not going and he can't wait for you, won't he feel like he's not being sincere enough, and then continue with the event tomorrow?"

"What about the day after tomorrow? And the day after that?"

"If he runs out of money, will he borrow money? Will he borrow from loan sharks?"

Shang Xiuyan's words were like daggers to the heart.

Su Zhiling's breathing became rapid instantly, and her chest heaved violently.

She suddenly raised her head and squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth.

"go!"

……

Jiangcheng University, Central Square.

When Su Zhiling and Shang Xiuyan pushed through the crowd and saw the scene before them, they were still deeply shocked.

Crowds of people!

The entire square was packed with people, numbering at least one or two thousand.

A circular stage, half a meter high, was temporarily erected in the center of the square.

Behind the stage, rows of brand-new Huawei phone boxes were piled up into a small mountain, with at least two thousand units.

How much would that cost?

Ten million!

Su Zhiling's heart clenched violently, the pain almost causing her to lose her balance.

Her father, Su Mu, stood in the center of the round platform, holding a microphone, looking triumphant.

He was dressed in a well-fitting casual outfit, a contented smile on his face, enjoying the overwhelming adulation he received.

..........

Su Mu looked at the college students below the stage, whose eyes were clear and filled with longing, and felt great.

This is youth.

That's what vitality is all about.

That's the power of money.

Spending tens of millions to bring happiness to so many people is worth it!

He cleared his throat, spoke into the microphone, and roared in the enthusiastic tone of a concert opening.

"Kids here! Do you recognize your father?"

"Do you even know why I'm here today?!"

No nonsense.

There was no preaching.

This down-to-earth opening instantly bridged the gap between them.

Thousands of college students in the audience raised their hands in unison, responding with all their might.

"I recognize it!"

"Send! Your! Phone!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized and resounded to the heavens.

Su Mu nodded in satisfaction, his smile widening as he raised the microphone high.

"Are you ready, children?"

The university students in the audience seemed to have been switched on, and they shouted out in unison.

"Yes, Dad!"

Oh my god.

Su Mu almost dropped the microphone.

Is it that easy to pronounce?

He thought these privileged individuals would be somewhat reserved and hesitant to speak up.

Now it seems I was overthinking it.

"I can't hear you!" Su Mu, in a playful mood, pointed the microphone at the audience.

"Yes, Dad!!"

This time, the noise was even louder, almost enough to lift the roof off the square.

Su Zhiling and Shang Xiuyan, who had just squeezed to the edge of the crowd, were shocked.

too frightening.

Is this the magic of money?

Su Mu was completely excited. He paced back and forth on the stage, interacting wildly with the children in the audience.

"Oh, who is it, young, handsome, and rich?"

Audience: "Dad, the Shetland Sheepdog!!"

"Who is it that is asking for their daughter's forgiveness?"

Audience: "Dad, the Shetland Sheepdog!!"

"Who is it that angrily spent ten million to try and reconcile with their daughter?"

Audience: "Dad, the Shetland Sheepdog!!"

Su Mu raised the microphone to his mouth and, with all his might, let out his final shout.

"Who is it that will love you all forever!!"

"Daddy Shetland Sheepdog!!!"

"Daddy Shetland Sheepdog!!!"

"Daddy Shetland Sheepdog!!!"

The shouts were deafening, one wave higher than the next.

Su Mu stood in the center of the stage, arms outstretched, eyes closed, basking in this unparalleled adoration and love.

"Hahaha! I love you all too! My darlings!"

So cool!

This feeling is even better than earning a hundred million!

I have to say, being called "Dad" by so many people from the bottom of my heart made me feel like all the troubles and fatigue of the past few decades had vanished in that moment.

The enthusiasm of the university students in the audience was palpable.

Helping a great father ask his daughter for forgiveness is itself a positive and inspiring act.

Most importantly, you get a cell phone!

It's double the happiness!

The atmosphere has been built up to this point, that's about right.

Su Mu is not the kind of person who likes to drag things out.

He opened his eyes and waved his hand at the audience.

"Alright, enough with the formalities!"

"Staff, don't just stand there!"

"Unboxing! Handing out phones! One for everyone! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

This decisive and extremely straightforward attitude left all the students present stunned.

They originally thought that they would at least have to listen to Su Mu talk about his mental journey for half an hour, just like listening to a leader speak, and then there would be some kind of trick like scanning a QR code to follow and receive coupons.

They were all prepared to listen to a half-hour lecture on remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present.

Is that all?

It's already been sent?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the scene erupted in cheers!

What the hell!

This dad is so open and honest!

Someone in the crowd shouted out first.

"Dad, you're so generous!"

Immediately afterwards, slogans spontaneously resounded throughout the entire square.

"Dad, you're so proud!"

"Dad, hurry up!"

Su Zhiling, who was squeezed at the edge of the crowd, saw the staff actually start unpacking and distributing the phones, and saw the students cheering with joy after receiving their phones.

Her heart ached so much she couldn't breathe.

That's all money!

That's five thousand yuan!

In just a short while, hundreds of thousands were gone!

It's her family's money!

Su Zhiling bit her lip.

A feeling of grievance welled up inside me.

Why should I?

Why do you all call him "Dad"?

That's my dad!

That's my dad, all by himself!

Although he used to be a jerk, although he was never home, and although he always forced her to study science subjects she didn't like.

But he's also a bastard who belongs only to her!

Now these strangers, for a few thousand dollars, are so brazenly robbing her father?

And that old Deng was actually laughing so happily!

He treats others better than he treats himself!

She doesn't even own that phone! She's still using last year's model!

A strong sense of imbalance instantly overwhelmed Su Zhiling's rationality.

She looked at the spirited man on the stage, and then at the college students vying for her attention around her.

Su Zhiling sniffed.

Even Doubao, who is usually calm, was a little vulnerable at this moment.