Bo Siyan watched his son, whose eyes were blurred with tears, and slowly knelt on one knee, bringing his gaze level with his son's. His voice was low and teased with a rasp, "No one dislikes you."
"You're lying, you don't like me," Little Crybaby pouted, feeling aggrieved. "If you don't like me, why did you have me?"
He had seen on TV, where there were also many children just as pitiable as him, who didn't understand why they were born if they weren't liked.
Bo Siyan's large hand rubbed his son's small head, feeling an unprecedented surge of regret in his heart.
Five years ago, at his most immature and rebellious, he was suddenly informed that he had a son, born of that mistake.
Because of the child, his father took it upon himself to arrange his engagement to Shi Jiayin, forcing his marriage and future.
