After having his fill, Gu Ziyu looked at Lu Zhiyuan and said, "Dad, whether you love me or not, whether you want me or not, I don't care. After all, you died before I was even born. To be precise, I hate you."
Lu Zhiyuan listened quietly.
"It's because of your rotten love affairs that Mom and I are living in hell, being trampled upon." Gu Ziyu smiled, feeling a slight pang in his heart. He took a deep breath and refrained from mentioning the events of the past life. "But Mom is different. She loves you so much, and I won't allow anyone to hurt her, even if it's you."
Lu Zhiyuan opened a bottle of cold cola. He was an athlete and rarely drank carbonated beverages, but the cold liquid brought a refreshing chill as it flowed down his throat.
"Gu Ziyu, are you doing well here?"
"Very well!" Gu Ziyu replied. "It's like paradise."
