Thinking about the afternoon, Yin Junjie had been with Yin Shixiu and his pair of children all along.
She could easily guess who taught Yin Junjie to say those words.
The couple really put on quite a show, didn't they!
"Junjie."
At this moment, Yin Bowen, who had not spoken, called Yin Junjie's name.
Yin Junjie turned around, facing Yin Bowen's sorrowful expression...
"Junjie, hasn't Dad been good to you?"
Yin Junjie was at a loss for words. How could he say Dad hadn't been good to him?
That would certainly be impossible.
It's just that most children are inherently more dependent on their mothers than fathers, especially since Yin Bowen is quite busy with work.
His care and companionship couldn't compare to Zhu Lan being a full-time housewife at home.
"Then… Dad, don't divorce Mom."
Yin Bowen walked behind Yin Junjie, took his hand, and made him look at himself, "Living with Dad, you can often see Mom. But if you live with Mom, it will be difficult to see Dad again..."
