He Yirong was highly suspicious that He Jingyao did it on purpose.
Over there, it was lively and bustling, which made his loneliness here seem even more desolate.
At the same time, he felt annoyed inside. Ziyi was usually so thoughtful, so why was he being so insensitive now? Didn't he know to come over and keep him company?
He Yirong sulked as he listened to Xiaobao's laughter, feeling even worse inside.
By now, he no longer doubted the child's lineage, but since he had stubbornly refused to acknowledge it initially and had been argued with by He Jingyao numerous times, it was hard for him to now put on a loving face.
That scoundrel He Jingyao was clearly intent on opposing him! Just thinking of his son's rebelliousness gave him a headache.
He Yirong simply closed his eyes to feign sleep, pretending he heard nothing.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt someone patting his thigh.
