After some training, even the teacher who taught him could not help but praise that such tenacity was seldom found in ordinary children.
Ye Wenming was standing not far away as he watched his son train. Even though his son was repeatedly knocked onto the ground, he would soon get back up and persisted.
His eyes that were similar to Zhuo Qianyun's showed rare adamancy and determination.
Ye Wenming knew that his son wanted to become stronger. His desire was so strong that it was as if the child had already suffered all sorts of ups and downs at such a young age.
Ye Wenming felt miserable. If he had not been blinded by hatred and believed Kong Ziyin in the past, he would have a happy family now.
When Zhuo Yan finished his practice, Ye Wenming came forward and said, "I'll take you home later."
Zhuo Yan refused and said, "No thanks. I saw a bus nearby when I came here. I can take the bus home! I can come here and go back by myself in the future!"
"Do you have to repel me so much? I'm your father!" said Ye Wenming.
"But I was born without a father!" said Zhuo Yan as he walked straight into the nearby changing room.
The short sentence was like rubbing a handful of salt into Ye Wenming's wound, making his pain worse.
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