She deliberately emphasized the words, "your son," with a heavy stress.
The tone seemed to hold a touch of dissatisfaction.
Because Fu Chengzhou hadn't been home for three years. Since Fu Xiaomo was two, he had been directly entrusted to the care of the original head of the family and old lady Fu. At this point, he should be getting closer to his son.
For instance, now that Xiaomo was angry, he should take some action, do something to coax him.
But...
Fu Chengzhou, however, showed no sign of movement, not even after a glance at the TV showing the romance film that Li Xingwan had been enjoying, he furrowed his brows. "Does he really need to be coaxed?"
"Pfft! Ha-ha!" The audience in the live stream burst out laughing.
Fu Xiaomo: "Am I even your biological child?"
"Having you is my blessing."
"This is the most estranged father-son relationship I've seen; he doesn't even know how to coax his kid."
Li Xingwan also wondered if she had seen a ghost.
