Once Bai Ling left,
Wei Tianming took A'niu by the hand and had him sit down.
"A'niu, come here, Grandpa has something to tell you."
A'niu felt speechless inside. Why did everyone like to hold his hand so much?
"Grandpa Wei, go ahead," A'niu said.
Wei Tianming began calmly, "A'niu, I know you are a child full of justice."
"But in this day and age, a child full of passionate idealism can only bring endless trouble to himself."
"I understand. If it's not my business, I won't meddle," A'niu said.
Wei Tianming nodded, "I know you are a smart kid, I've spent my life without having children of my own."
This was the pain of Wei Tianming's life.
Back in the day, when he was with Miao Lingyu, due to her special occupation,
the people from the intelligence department had already treated her body.
She was unable to conceive; in the end, she was nothing but a beautiful tool for that small island nation.
A sour feeling surged in A'niu's heart.
