"Dad, I need to talk to you."
Not long after the car got on the road, just as Tang Yuanxiao was racking his brain for a way to amuse Little Tang Mo, the boy spoke up seriously.
"What about?" The car was noisy, so Tang Yuanxiao leaned closer to Little Tang Mo to hear.
Little Tang Mo held out his arms for Tang Yuanxiao to hold him, and then they began their close-quarters conversation.
"Dad, Mom told me yesterday that she doesn't like you, so she wants to separate from you."
Tang Yuanxiao stiffened.
"I've thought about it carefully. Mom doesn't like you because you're... too clumsy and you don't know how to smile."
Little Tang Mo was just telling it like it is, his face completely serious.
Tang Yuanxiao's expression was indescribable.
Little Tang Mo glanced at Tang Yuanxiao's expression and huffed. "Mom likes me the most."
"She does," Tang Yuanxiao admitted, rubbing his nose.
