Ye Wenming turned to his son and said, "I'll take your mommy home myself. If I want to harm her, it makes no difference whether you're here or not. Who do you think saved you today? If I had gone in a little later, you would have gotten much more badly hurt than this."
Embarrassment flashed across Zhuo Yan's young face, and his drooping hands at his sides clenched into tiny fists.
In the end, Zhuo Yan left with Mrs. Zhuo. Zhuo Qianyun looked at Ye Wenming and asked, "What on earth do you want to talk about?"
Zhuo Qianyun spoke as she withdrew her arm from Ye Wenming's hand.
Ye Wenming instantly found his hands empty.
She had always done this. Whenever he came a little closer or touched her, she would resist.
However, she was once the first one to hold his hand. She would say, "Wenming, I want to hold your hand forever."
'Forever... I'm willing to give her the rest of my life, but she no longer wants it.'
"Let's find somewhere to sit," said Ye Wenming.
Zhuo Qianyun refused and said, "No. Just say whatever you want."
"Lil Yan gets bullied a lot, doesn't he?" asked Ye Wenming.
Zhuo Qianyun's expression changed slightly before she replied with a hum.
"Society is always full of bullies. If people know Lil Yan is my son, few will dare to bully him," said Ye Wenming. His flat voice sounded as if he were just stating a simple fact.
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