"There's no such thing as lowering your head or not." Wan Hongxing reached out and placed her hand on Pei Guozhong's shoulder, kneading it gently, not too hard or too soft. Because she's a kindergarten teacher, whenever she spoke, her tone was always gentle and soft. She said, "There's no grudge between father and son that lasts overnight. Xiaocheng is such an outstanding person, but now he might have to sit in a wheelchair forever. He must have endured a lot of pressure at that time. If he said a few angry words, shouldn't you, as his father, understand?"
"Did I get him the wrong doctor?" Pei Guozhong really couldn't understand what the brat was thinking back then. Did he do wrong by finding doctors for him?
The brat didn't appreciate it at all, and instead yelled at Wan Hongxing. As his dad, what's wrong with saying a few words to him?
