Ning Zhiqian suppressed those words that were on the tip of his tongue once again.
Ning Shouzheng, having finished his tirade, stormed back to his room. Wen Yi glanced at her husband's retreating figure, then at her son, and sighed softly, "Son, let it be. Your dad's getting on in years; there's no need to hold a grudge against him anymore. After all, we are family and will still have to spend a lifetime together."
Ning Zhiqian fell briefly silent, "I have already endured."
If he hadn't, he would have spoken out many times just now, especially on the topic of children—his father was the last person who had any right to speak on that subject!
