"Dad..." Lian En broke down crying, hugging Lianshan tightly.
After all the humiliating truths were revealed, Dad could still hold him lovingly, calling him his precious eldest son, saying having a son like him was something others dreamed of but never got. He said there was no need for him to be more considerate, more filial, or try harder; he just hoped he could thoroughly enjoy his childhood.
Lian En, comforted in his father's arms, felt endlessly moved, thinking that this was enough.
As long as his exceptional father continued to cherish him and acknowledged him as his son, he felt satisfied.
As for his biological scoundrel of a father, that had nothing to do with him.
Back when the man paid two hundred yuan for his mother's abortion, any father-son relationship was severed by him personally, wasn't it?
Now, after being injured, there was no hope of other children trying to benefit from him?
Ha, where in the world are there so many good things happening!
