Song Yi raised an eyebrow: "Why are you looking at him and sighing?"
"Been through a lot." Tang Si's voice was lazy: "Glad to have someone to support me in old age and see me off, glad every ending is just right, and then it feels like there's a third wheel dragging things down."
If he could be a little more careful, a little more sensitive, not be poisoned like this, maybe things wouldn't end up like this; everything might follow the predetermined order.
But the arrival of Tang Song happened before his health condition appeared.
Perhaps all of this was destined.
"Tang Si." Song Yi looked at him: "That's your own son."
"Yeah." Tang Si sighed again: "My own son, but also the third wheel."
A perfectly good world for just two.
Actually, as long as Tang Si doesn't go to the team, he's mostly at home with the little guy.
On the contrary, Song Yi is busier and often goes to the company.
Tang Song is always left for Tang Si to take care of.
But Tang Song isn't close to his dad.
