The person behind glanced and focused on the police officer on duty next to him, "Let's go out first and let Mr. Zhou be alone for a while."
The police officer on duty looked at the speaker, "Okay."
The two went out, closing the door behind them.
Zhou Chuan heard the door close, looked at the white cloth, his hand falling on it, trembling intensely.
"Xiaotong, do you hate Dad?"
The response was silence, not a sound to be heard.
Zhou Chuan, "Good child, it's Dad's fault, always pushing you to do things you don't like. Actually, you were originally a simple, kind child. It's Dad—"
He choked up slightly.
It wasn't until Xiaotong left that he began to regret.
Although Xiaotong clearly disliked those things and wasn't suited for them, no matter how he cultivated him, he couldn't satisfy him.
Actually, he was always trying hard, trying to satisfy himself.
...
Closing his eyes, not wanting to recall, "Xiaotong, Dad will soon come to accompany you, wait for Dad."
