"Mingyu."
Su Xiaoyue came over after hearing the father and son's conversation only to hear Mingyu crying in grievance and sadness, and she couldn't help but give Fan Shaoming a reproachful glance.
Fan Shaoming, hearing his son's complaints, felt his heart soften.
His son's crying made his heart ache even more.
This child was just over five years old. Why should he be burdened with the adults' conspiracies and schemes? How could his tender shoulders bear all these plots?
"She said she had been looking for me for five years. If she had been searching for that long, why did she use me after she found me? She said she was my real mother, why would a real mother use her own son? Daddy, am I born to be used?" Mingyu, with his face covered in tears, looked up and asked the question he could never understand.
