Qin Nanyu felt a bit guilty under Ji Weitian's penetrating gaze, so he coughed twice to disguise his emotions.
"I admit that I don't really like that stinky... I mean Ruirui, but after all, he is my son, and I do love him deeply in my heart."
Ji Weitian wore the expression of someone watching quietly, as if to see how long you could keep up the act, and asked indifferently.
"How about compared to your daughter?"
"Of course, it's... the same. Do I look like the kind of person who favors daughters over sons?" Qin Nanyu almost bit his own tongue.
"You are," Ji Weitian bluntly tore his pretense apart.
She still remembered, from their very first encounter, his completely different attitudes toward his son and daughter!
At one point, she even suspected he was mistaken, assuming the daughter to be his and the son hers.
That talk about treating them equally—he dared to say it, but she certainly wouldn't believe it.
