He waved his hand and coldly said, "Go and find your mother."
After that, Ye Hao turned his back and went towards his daughter.
When little Yu saw that his father ignored him once again and only cared about his sister, his weak heart seemed to be hurt. He pursed his small mouth and suddenly burst into tears.
"Woo..." Little Yu wiped tears from the corners of his eyes while crying.
He, little as he was, looked extremely pitiful.
Since Han Xue did not go far outside, upon hearing the child's cry, she quickly turned back like a reflex.
Upon returning, she saw her son sitting there crying in a low voice as if he had been beaten.
"Little Yu..."
Han Xue screamed, her face turning red all over.
She couldn't help rushing over and holding up her child.
"Ye Hao..." Han Xue could no longer bear it. With the child in her arms, she walked to the man, her previous closest lover and the only man who had treated her well in her life.
