The little guy's reprimand was full of confidence, his fury explosive.
Mo Chuxi stopped in his tracks, his handsome face showing no trace of displeasure. Instead, his lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze gentle like the summer evening breeze brushing past at this moment.
"Daddy didn't do it on purpose."
He looked at the small figure in front of him and spoke softly.
The moonlight stretched out the shadows of the father and son, one tall and one short, creating an inexplicable harmony.
"Daddy only recently found out that Xi is Daddy's precious son."
He explained.
Little Yan Chenxi stared at him, his face still filled with reproach.
"Even if that's the case, even if I believe you, what about Xinxin? You bullied Xinxin, you didn't want her. She's so miserable—do you know that, you awful dad?"
Hearing his son's words, Mo Chuxi felt a wave of profound relief.
