Until Li Juezhou left, Li Haidong kept clutching his chest tightly, but Li Juezhou didn't even glance at him.
When Li Juezhou left, Li Haidong simply stopped pretending, sat up straight, and his face no longer showed any sign of illness.
Wei Lan also straightened her posture, lips curling slightly upward, and rolled her eyes at Li Haidong in exasperation, "I told you to stop using this trick so often. Now look, this trick can't scare our son anymore."
Li Haidong was unconcerned, "Clearly, he just doesn't see me as his father anymore."
"Forget it, be open-minded. Azhou is not someone who can be easily manipulated. Even if you are his father, so what?" Wei Lan patted Li Haidong's shoulder, "Who told you to always indulge Duan Wenhu with no limits before? Now look what happened, you never corrected her, and eventually someone would teach her a lesson."
Afraid of genuinely upsetting Li Haidong, Wei Lan held back another remark.
