Back in his room, Sterling Bian stood outside the window for a long time.
This was the first time he talked back to his dad... well, it could be considered a conversation.
Although he was not a good boy since he was young, he would fight with others outside and also fought with Thayer Bian at home, but every time his father taught him a lesson, he would remain silent.
No matter how dissatisfied or aggrieved he was, he was used to keeping silent. After his father finished scolding him and sighed, he would breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he had gotten through it.
He has no memory of what happened before he came to this home, but his sensitive nerves allowed him to know his identity from the moment his father took him here, the child of an unpopular vandal.
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