Gong Zhuang was really fuming at his silly son. He knew this kid was unreliable sometimes, but he never thought he'd be this unreliable.
Gong Zhuang wanted so badly to give his son a good beating, "You!"
Gong Jiaming really didn't understand how the father who was praising him before, suddenly changed his face, "Dad, what did I do wrong?"
Gong Jiaming recalled carefully, from the moment he saw his dad, there really wasn't any problem. Why was his dad so unhappy?
Faced with his son's question, Gong Zhuang was at a loss for words. How could he say that his son said something that made him misunderstand?
Gong Jiaming might not care, but Gong Zhuang did, "It's nothing, nothing, just don't cry so easily in the future."
Being a big kid now, how can you just cry when you want? How can you grow up like that?
