Lu Jiawei placed Meizi, who was in his arms, onto a low stool, then kissed her little cheek again, examined her carefully, and finally stood up with determination.
"Dad, Mom~"
He glanced at the two elderly people standing nearby.
"Son~" Zhang Guifang cried out mournfully.
Lu Changzhen's lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
Lu Jiawei suddenly knelt down and bowed his head to them several times.
"What are you doing?" The two hurriedly pulled him up.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. You gave birth to me, but I haven't let you enjoy a day of happiness..."
Lu Jiawei felt that his past self was quite unworthy.
"You are my son, why say such things?" Zhang Guifang said angrily.
"You're both so old, yet you still have to help me take care of Meizi, I really am… really…" Lu Jiawei choked up and couldn't continue.
As he cried, Meizi, sitting on the low stool, pouted and started to cry too.
