Bilu is his warmth

Huang minglin's gaze turned sharp as he rapped his cane against the ground. The sound of his cane hitting the ground was cold and sharp, as if it was hitting a person.

However, Huang yize wasn't afraid at all. He had made Bilu suffer and get hurt before, so he wouldn't compromise this time.

Even if his father showed his most dignified side, he would not waver.

Huang minglin narrowed his eyes and rapped the ground a few times before saying sternly,""What, now that your wings have hardened, you don't care about me anymore and want to send me back?"

"Father, you're wrong. I'm just worried about your health."

Huang minglin looked at the unmoved Huang yize and coughed in anger."Look at you. You're still worried about my health. It's good enough that you're not angry at me. You're just doing this for that girl. Am I wrong?"