You Yi glanced at Lu Xiangdong, only to see that his eyes were fixed on Lu xiuche. His lips trembled, and so did his body. His eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
You Yi chuckled in his heart. Now that he knew pain, he should have done something earlier.
Lu xiuche was also a big-hearted child. If it was any other sensitive and fragile child who saw other people's fathers caring for their children while his own father was nowhere to be seen all day long, not even calling, even though they were clearly in the same city, and he had the time to be sweet with his first love and old lover, shopping with her, and not having the time to go home to see his son for a minute, he would probably have broken down long ago.
Her own father was even more disappointing than her stepfather. Such a father would only bring pain to her child.
