"I hate you for demanding me to be a perfect child when you cannot be the perfect parents," Hu Che continued. The little guy is looking brave though Guan Xian could see his slightly trembling hand.
"I hate that you never attend me to any of activities, even though I've become the star of the show."
"I hate it when you two ask me to be considerate when you never tried to understand me."
"Why should I care about thousand of people in the company? Why should I give up my needs to fulfill their needs? Why can't I be selfish?" Hu Che asks, lowering his head as tears start to blur his sight.
He looks at his father's shiny leathered shoes. The flames that initially roar in his heart slowly dissipate when he sees his mother cry. His short leg suddenly felt funny as a sob escaped from his mouth, "I hate the fact that we have loads of money, and yet, we are poor."
"I have a mansion, but not a home."
