Lie or Honesty?

Feng Chen, who was sitting inside the living room, felt sad when he saw his son being so gentle to the little girl. It's all his fault that his son is so distant from him now. 

If he had more influence and more connections, he wouldn't have been suppressed by the Yang family for so many years and forced to agree to Yang Mengyao's absurd requests.

Just as he was blaming himself, Grandma Feng came back with a basin of warm water. She put the basin on the table and said, "Ah Chen, let Mother see your knees's condition."

Seeing his mother's anxious look, Feng Chen said, "Mother, Father, Ah Lin, I'm sorry."

After hearing what his son said, Grandpa Feng sighed and said, "We will talk about it later. Let's treat your knees first."

Feng Chen nodded and pulled up his pants, revealing his swollen and bleeding knees.