"That's right; I'm also unaware that I have a father like you."
Yun Tianyou continued in a heavy tone, "When I first saw you on a magazine, I felt honestly agitated, aggrieved, and regretful."
He paused and, lifting his face that had a forlornly scornful look, continued, "I was agitated to see my biological father—that the man whom I'm the offspring of is outstanding—but, sadly, where were you in the past six years? I regret to inform you that, despite your excellence, I can't hand my mommy over to you!"
Mu Yazhe's brows became knotted in deep agony.
His heart was constricted almost to the point of suffocation with the little lad's accusation.
It was not without pain. His heart was hurting so badly it was, in fact, like being crushed under a huge rock, and he could barely breathe.
Initially, he was more amazed than surprised with this son of his whose intelligence was above average.
