He was probably overthinking again.
Song Ling sniffed a bit, a little scared of the dead rabbit, but still clinging to her, "Papa, I just said something I didn't mean, I'm sorry, Papa."
"It's fine."
Song Tingfan threw the dead rabbit far away, quickly and silently went down the mountain to wash his hands, squatting by the river for a while without getting up.
Is it that he can't be a good father...
Or is he unworthy of being a father...
He's already tried very hard...
Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. He turned to look and met the worried gaze of the woman. He pursed his lips and stood up.
"Tingfan, you're already doing great." Lin Qiao said seriously, holding his arm.
Perhaps compared to a great father, he might be lacking a bit, but he's gone from knowing nothing to trying, to change his own behavior.
That's already quite remarkable.
Song Tingfan's throat moved, and he said in a low voice, "I can't be a good father."
He always ends up scaring the children.
