Mu Qinian was truly unable to run any longer. Dragged out of bed to run early in the morning, his heart was almost overflowing with resentment.
They always said he was fat, where was he fat? It was just that his butt and thighs were a bit bigger and thicker than other kids, but his face was small. When wearing clothes, you couldn't tell he was fat, and besides, this was just baby fat, which would naturally slim down when he's no longer a baby.
"Dad, I can't run anymore. If I run another lap, you might as well pretend you don't have a son like me," Mu Qinian gasped for air, his little cheeks all flushed.
Mu Shuoqian had always been athletic, but unexpectedly, his son was both clumsy and lazy.
He was preparing to run a few more laps when suddenly Mu Qinian zoomed past him, shouting as though it was the end of the world: "Ali!"
Mu Shuoqian squinted his eyes. Mu Qinian had already stopped in front of a taxi, stretching out his arms, gazing straight inside the car.
