"What do you think?" Li Jie looked at me with blurred eyes, then her right hand suddenly wrapped around my neck and her bright red mouth touched her. Unfortunately, the next second, Yuan Yuling's voice came from her ears: "Brother-in-law!"

The next second, Li Jie immediately returned to normal, with a slightly awkward expression on her face.

I was so depressed that Ning Yong did not come to make trouble this time, but Yuan Yuling took Xiao Sihao's hand and walked down the stairs.

"Brother-in-law, Xiao Sihao has something to say to you." Yuan Yuling took Xiao Sihao to me and Li Jie and said.

"Little guy, what do you mean?" I looked at Xiao Sihao and said, trying to make my expression softer.

He is almost six years old and will be in the year next year. In fact, he is already a director. He stares at me with his eyes and doesn't say a word.

"Sihao, when you were in my aunt's room just now, didn't you want to tell your father a lot of questions?" Yuan Yuling's voice sounded.

I stared at the little guy patiently. This was my own son. Unfortunately, since he was born, I have not fulfilled my father's responsibilities for a day. Sometimes I think, I can't blame myself, because I have no feelings for Deng Sixuan. It was a complete accident back then. But when I really faced the child's pure and innocent eyes, the reasons for self-examination seemed very fragile. They were instantly destroyed, and a trace of self-blame surged deep in my heart.

"Are you my father?" With Yuan Yuling's encouragement, Xiao Sihao finally spoke.

"Yeah!" I nodded.

"Then why haven't I seen you since I was a child?" There was a hint of questioning in his tone, which made me feel ashamed.

"That..." I really want to say that my father is busy, but I feel too hypocritical and it is so hypocritical to my son. So after thinking for a few seconds, I finally spoke, "Dad has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, I apologize to you."

"I may not accept your apology." Xiao Sihao suddenly spoke.

"Uh?" I was stunned for a moment.

"Because you killed my mom." He shouted.

I was completely stunned. Looking at the little guy with his eyes flushed, a pain called guilt slowly spread throughout my body.

"I hate you and don't want to see you again. You give me my mother back, wuwu... my mother back... wuwu..." Xiao Sihao started crying, and it was obvious that he was crying very sad and helpless. The catharsis of that emotion made my eyes turn red in an instant, and I was a little afraid to face his small eyes and question myself.

The next second, I stood up, nodded slightly to Li Jie and Yuan Yuling, and said, "Take good care of him."

"Yes!" Li Jie nodded.

I turned around and walked quickly outside the villa. Xiao Sihao's heart-wrenching voice still came from behind: "Woooo...return my mother..."

The moment the villa gate was closed, the crying was locked inside the door, but my heart was as painful as a knife. I staggered and almost fell to the ground, covering my chest with my right hand, my face turned pale, and I was in a very bad condition.

"Uncle II, what's wrong with you?" Ning Yong appeared beside me and held the body that was about to fall with his hands.

"It's okay, help me get into the car." I said.

"Oh, is it really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Ning Yong asked.

"No need!" I shook my head. I was just hit. My soul was condemned and pursued by my son. I was a little lost in an instant. It should be fine after a while.

Ning Yong drove and took me out of Jinshawan Community and drove towards Binhe Villa Community. When passing by the banks of Dagu River, I said, "Stop!"

"Uncle Second, are you okay?" Ning Yong slowly stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road.

"It's okay, I want to walk by myself," I said.

"Oh!" Ning Yong responded and got out of the car, but he did not walk side by side with me, but was about five meters behind me.

I ignored him and walked alone on the tree-lined path by the Dagu River in a daze. Xiao Sihao's crying and questioning still echoed in his ears. I am sorry to him and Deng Sixuan, a child who grew up with his mother, saw his mother die with his own eyes. How cruel this blow was, I never thought about it before. When I think about it carefully, the pain in my heart spreads again.

"Zhang Chengye, since you can move my son, I'm sorry, then I can move your son too." In an instant, my heart became hard, my eyes narrowed slightly, and looked towards the Dagu River. The cold light in my eyes was as cold as the river water in the autumn wind.

A few minutes later, I withdrew my gaze, took out my cell phone, and called Ouyang Rujing.

Dou...Dou...

The ringtone rang about five times, and Ouyang Rujing's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, it's time for you to come back."
Chapter completed!