She noticed some light movement beneath his waist area, and her eyes traveled down, only to see his clenched fists. "Zhihao..."
"He's not my dad," Xiao Zhihao said with a calm expression. He bowed at the grave thrice before turning around to face his mother. "He's not my dad."
"Zhihao," Xiao Lei said with a sigh as she reached out to hug her son. "We have to accept this fact."
"What fact? My dad is still out there. He's not my father," he said as he clenched his fists tightly. He then looked up at his mother and said nonchalantly, "I'm tired. I didn't really get a good sleep last night. Can we go home now?"
Xiao Lei wanted to say something, but at that moment, Han Ye placed a hand on her shoulder as he said to Xiao Zhihao, "Zhihao, we would be having lunch with President Du and the rest. But after that, I can send you back if you want."
