The Despicable Woman Zhouzhou

Upon hearing his words, Liu Dazhu was momentarily stunned, his gaze involuntarily falling on the intertwined hands lying together.

One large, one small, one black, one white, yet tightly clasped together at this moment.

The young girl's face was adorned with a radiant smile, her eyes clear, devoid of any disdain.

The young boy, his eyes red, nodded in agreement, "That's right, Dad is my only dad."

Perhaps insignificant to others, but to them, they were each other's priceless treasures.

Given any choice, while others may covet their wealth, all he desired was for his father to always be by his side.

Sensing his emotions, Liu Dazhu turned to look at him, patting his head gently, "Don't be sad, remember Dad's words, take good care of Mom in the future."

After speaking, he also glanced at his wife, "If you meet someone suitable, let him take care of you."