Chapter 66: The photograph of Riz

"Boss, Even when you are more than ten years younger than me I very much want to stay by your side. Your presence only can even give me the motivation to move on. Boss, do you hate my birth?" 

"Does my opinion matter?"

"Yeah, I never divulge others' opinions on me but I really want to hear yours." 

I stayed silent for a moment, stood up, and walked to the window. Outside on the ground, the gang's other members were enjoying their life in their own ways. I can understand his shackles, no choice of return, and had to do situation.

"Did you choose to be born from a womb of a prostitute mother or did your mother choose to be in the brothel in the first place?" I didn't answer but instead questioned him.

"Never" was the quickest reply.