At the moment when Rong Zhan was puzzled, Yun Rui raised his head, his dark eyes staring straight at him.
Rong Zhan froze for a moment, then was startled by the starlight in Yun Rui's eyes.
The look in this child's eyes... why does it feel so strange?
But he soon relaxed, right, this child wasn't truly autistic, so a bit of liveliness in his eyes was a normal phenomenon.
"Rui Rui, are you... okay?" Rong Zhan asked in a low voice.
A trace of hurt flashed in Yun Rui's eyes. After hearing Rong Zhan's words, he slowly lowered his head again, looking at the paper in his hand, on which was written Tan Jincheng's sharp handwriting.
Alright, children's thoughts are indeed hard to guess. Even Rong Zhan couldn't figure out what was going on with Yun Rui at this moment.
"Daddy doesn't like me."
Just as Rong Zhan was about to turn and leave to find Tan Jincheng to ask what exactly he had said to the child earlier, Yun Rui's voice suddenly sounded.
