"Get out."
"Dad..."
"Do you still deserve to call me Dad?! Get out! Yin Shiqing, for the sake of us being father and son, let me advise you, if you don't leave now, this situation can become even more embarrassing."
Yin Shaohui just didn't want the situation to become so awkward.
But now Bai Fengmao has already opened the situation for them and has no intention of stopping.
Yin Shiqing stood still, his whole body stiff, and Shi Haiyan, sitting next to him, had a face full of fear.
Yin Junjie just lowered his head, his hands anxiously fidgeting with each other, "splash"...
Tears fell on the table.
Perhaps someone noticed, but no one seemed to have the time to care for him at this moment.
In such a small body, at such a young age, holding too much sorrow.
That was his biological grandfather...
In the corner of Yin Shixiu's eye was the child silently shedding tears...
In reality, this ten-year-old child had no blood relation with him at all.
