Tang Qingyun was speechless once again. 'This really is complicated. Hao Hao isn't even eleven yet; he probably can't understand it.'
But Tang Haocheng's words truly silenced him. "Don't her biological parents love her? Do all children who don't grow up with their parents miss out on their sincere love? I've lived with Grandpa and Grandma since I was little. My home in Beijing is the place I know and love best, with Grandpa, Grandma, and my eldest uncle. They love me very much, and I didn't want to leave either, but I still came to you... I don't have depression! And what about that Mo Xiaoman? I don't know how ugly she is, but if you gave birth to her and then abandoned her, would her other parents love her? She left that home and went to her uncle's. Does she have depression? During the New Year, everyone gathers at their grandma's. Is she all alone? Dad, you still haven't answered my question: why do you love Tang Yaxuan more than anything else?"
