Although An Xiangrong's words were in the form of a question, they held a note of certainty. Hearing this, the man nodded.
"Ah Rong, do you know how I grew up when I was a child?"
It was only after An Xiangrong had finished speaking that Gu Mingyu softly began, his voice gentle. On hearing his words, An Xiangrong fell silent.
Although she didn't know much about Gu Mingyu's childhood, considering Han Qing's situation and the previously visited abandoned factory, An Xiangrong could guess that Gu Mingyu's past hadn't been too good.
Gu Mingyu continued before An Xiangrong could say anything, "I grew up on my own. She never took care of me."
"I am not saying Weiwei does not need to be taken care of; as I said, he is my son, Gu Mingyu's son, and he has the right to be free. So I hope my child can live a more carefree life."
"I understand."
An Xiangrong was not a conservative person, but she was worried about Weiwei due to his young age.
