Lin Haoze smiled warmly and gently pressed his hand on the back of Lin Han's hand.
In a soft voice, he said, "Dad, don't overthink it—this isn't to sever our father-son relationship.
The bond between father and son can't be bought with money.
I've never thought that way, and I hope you don't either.
I'm not officially working right now. But occasionally, I make some extra money doing odd jobs with Sister Little Nuan.
Within my capabilities, Dad, I will support you.
You take this money, don't feel any burden, and how you spend it won't be my concern."
Lin Han looked down, and the hand that pressed against his was no longer the small one he used to hold when it was little.
This hand was slender and strong, possessing an unquestionable power.
His lips moved, but Lin Han found himself unable to utter a single word.
