The tall man saw the food in the lunchbox and directly took it from Tang San's hands, devouring it in large mouthfuls.
"Tang Hao!"
Jack's tone intensified. If it weren't nighttime and worried it might disturb others, his voice would have been louder.
Clearly, it was meant for Xiao San, but this shameless father, Tang Hao, took it without saying a word... Is Tang San really Tang Hao's son?
It seemed like Tang Hao blamed some of his mistakes on Tang San, don't you think?
Could it be that Tang Hao thinks Tang San isn't his biological son?
Reflecting on his previous suspicions, Jack felt there might be a possibility. But Tang San was already as thin as a stick. Even if it was true, why torture such a sensible child?
"It's alright, Grandpa Jack, let dad eat first. He'll leave some for me." Tang San held Jack's trembling arm and whispered, after all, if he spoke too loudly and attracted other villagers, his father would lose face.
