"Mom, you don't like that guy, right? Then why did Xiao Hu have to save him?" Li Xiaohu looked at his mother Fang Shurong, unable to understand, and asked.
Fang Shurong, annoyed and frustrated, said, "I told you, having someone die at the doorstep is bad luck!"
"Mom, stop lying to Xiao Hu." Li Xiaohu hesitated for a moment, his voice timid, he mumbled, "Xiao Hu knows, he's Xiao Hu's dad!"
Fang Shurong was so angry when she heard this, she glared fiercely at him, "I said, your dad is dead!"
"Mom, you're lying! Before, you had a cell phone; it was the one you sold to buy meat for Xiao Hu. It had lots of photos of you and him.
Every night, you would secretly look at those photos behind Xiao Hu's back, sometimes even crying and cursing him as a bastard while looking at them.
Xiao Hu knew all along, but Xiao Hu never said anything."
Li Xiaohu tugged at her clothes, lifting his little head he asked, "Mom, are you pretending not to recognize him because he used to bully you?
