“Keep insisting on your banter. That bad temper of yours has been the same ever since you were young. I don’t want to talk to you. I’m hanging up!” It looks like Mom was really angry.
After hanging up, Zhang Ye laughed bitterly, but did not take it too seriously. He would never regret something that he had done. To be able to bring down Wang Shuixin and seek justice for Editor Wei, Zhang Ye felt that it was good enough for him. He wouldn’t say that this made his conscience clear, but at the very least it made him more comfortable with himself! He was happy! He felt good! Wasn’t this enough? In life, only having a goal made it meaningful. In the process of reaching one’s goal, one needed to do it happily. Who cares about your bullsh*t regulations and your bullsh*t order of things! I will do what I want! Is there anything more comforting than that?