That night.
The car drove back to the villa, and Bo Siyan got out, striding into the house with long legs.
The servant crouched down to change his shoes, while the butler took Bo Siyan's coat off and handed him a warm towel to wipe his hands.
After changing his shoes, Bo Siyan walked towards the living room, his dark eyes lifted, sweeping a glance at the second floor, his lips parting lightly, "Lele? Has he gone to sleep? Was he crying today?"
This son of his was indeed very smart and quite mature for his age. Even at such a young age, he understood a lot and had quite some courage. His only flaw was his tendency to cry and his lack of a sense of security, not quite like a little man.
However, he had to take a great deal of responsibility for this.
After all, the child had been neglected by him from a young age, and his mother was not by his side either. In his heart, he was a child abandoned by his parents, bound to feel inferior and insecure.
