Hearing his mother say these things, he turned his head, his tiny brow furrowed with unhappiness: "But I don't want to leave you, Mom, do you not love me anymore? Do you want me gone now that you have a sister?"
He mumbled there gloomily, this child only eight years old, and Ye Ning clearly saw the redness in his eyes, yet he was trying hard to hold back.
This was how his father educated him.
Yes, as a boy, the future heir of a Business Empire, he was not allowed to be weak, nor could he cry freely like other ordinary children.
Ye Ning squatted down in front of him with some heartache, brought over a dry towel, and gently wiped the sweat from his head: "Silly boy, how could we not want you?"
"Then why is Dad always so unkind to me? But treats my sister so well." He still insisted on his opinion.
Sister?
Ye Ning was stunned...
This little fool, so this is what he was thinking in his little head?
