Leng Zimo did not make a sound.
"Who hasn't made mistakes? It's been so many years, Zimo, it's really enough," Shen Yizhou looked at his face helplessly, "If your aunt knew about this from below, I think she would definitely not want the relationship between you and your father to be so stiff."
"Yizhou, I understand what you're feeling," Leng Zimo furrowed his brows tightly, "People make mistakes, I know that, but why won't he admit it? Because he doesn't think he's in the wrong at all. I don't forgive him, not because he made a mistake, but because he refuses to admit his mistake to my mother!"
Shen Yizhou sighed.
This matter was not something he had advised Leng Zimo about just once or twice. He also knew that because Leng Zimo hadn't seen his mother for the last time, there was always a regret in his heart, and his grudge against his father had grown deeper.