Huang minglin was at a loss and didn't know what to say. It was as if nothing he said would make up for the damage he had caused to the two children.
He looked at his son with tears in his eyes. This was his son!
There was no father who didn't like their son. It was just that they were blinded by their youth.
When they got older, they wanted to get close, but they couldn 't.
If he had a choice, he didn't want anything. As long as the family of three was well, he would be a good father.
However, he couldn't say these words because he knew that he didn't have the right to say them.
"Ahem ... Yize, I hope you'll be happy."
As long as his son was happy, it would make up for some of the regrets in his heart.
Now that he thought about it, he was actually quite grateful for Bilu's existence.
He knew his own body well. In the future, he couldn't watch his son stay by his side. With Bilu by his side, he could rest assured.
