Fan Mingyu shook his head, bowing low and burrowing into Su Xiaoyue's embrace. His small hands tightly hugged Su Xiaoyue, and he didn't speak. At this moment, he seemed especially vulnerable.
Su Xiaoyue's heart clenched inexplicably.
She remembered her own childhood.
She had also had a fragile psyche.
Su Xiaoyue gently patted Mingyu's back without saying any more.
The teacher and student sat quietly together, yet from a distance, they resembled a mother and son.
After a long while, Fan Mingyu lifted his tender face from Su Xiaoyue's embrace and said sadly, "Teacher Su, Daddy doesn't like me anymore. Daddy got angry at someone else but took it out on me. I can feel it. If I did those things normally, Daddy would never scold me. He's treating me like a punching bag now. Daddy doesn't love me anymore, he really doesn't, because I'm not his biological son."
In the eyes of others, Fan Mingyu was a little young master, but his heart was surprisingly sensitive and fragile.
