The young man's face was tender and calm, and his eyes were dark and clean. He was not criticizing anything, but calmly recounting a matter.
It sounded like an unbelievable thing. A father had abandoned his son and did not care about him. He did not know how his three meals a day were. He did not care if his son was sick or not. He did not ask if he was happy or sad.
Lu Xiangdong's face was full of shame. There were a few times when he wanted to say something, but when he met Yue tingfeng's eyes, he swallowed all the words he wanted to refute.
He didn't have the face to say it, he really didn't have the face to say it. He wasn't that busy with work recently, but ... But ... Sigh ... He was in a difficult position on both sides!
"Then," Yue tingfeng smiled faintly,"whether you're a father or not, it doesn't seem ... Important anymore, does it?"