Chapter 24 Miao Wanwan's Fear

The words were foreign to him as he had never enjoyed the warmth of a family. Murong Ling's heart clenched tightly, and he did not dare to look his son in the eye. He had neither showed affection nor fulfilled his responsibilities as a father since his son's birth. He had dumped all of his hatred for the little fellow's mother on him. The agony in his heart became too unbearable, and he fled. "Dad... Is he really my dad?" muttered the little fellow to himself as he watched the disappearing figure. The servant finished washing the fruit and left the house. The Little Master was alone, staring longingly at the door with reddened eyes. The car outside the door had vanished as well. "Ah." She sighed softly and brought the fruits over. "Little Master, let's go back and eat some fruit. We'll read your storybook again tonight, alright?" She half knelt on the ground, coaxing him gently. She felt sorry for this sensible child. She could not comprehend why Master Murong had not brought