Song Zhiyuan tossed the fish back into the lake and left. Song Zhiqing watched the lake surface, his smile gradually faded, finally casting the entire fishing rod into the lake.
He wasn't foolish, how could he not catch the insinuation in Song Zhiyuan's words just now?
Was it a warning to himself?
Song Zhiqing's face darkened, he glanced down at his legs and the wheelchair beneath him with some defeat and anger. Yes, even if he had thoughts, what could he do with this crippled body?
Song Zhiqing turned the wheelchair, letting the attendant push him back, hatred simmering in his heart.
Turning away from the lake, a soccer ball suddenly rolled to his feet, followed by laughter echoing closer.
Song Zhiqing looked up to see a chubby child running over, arms outstretched, calling for the ball, ball, with drool already trailing down his mouth.
Song Zhiqing's eyes narrowed, his complexion darkened.
