He looked down and asked his youngest son, Qi Yuze.
Qi Yuze nodded in a daze and said in a childish voice, "I like Brother. I want him to play with me."
Qi Wangze snuggled up beside Senior Master Qi, tightly grasping Senior Master Qi's hand.
Senior Master Qi's fingers were gripped so tightly they started to hurt.
He glanced down at Qi Wangze, his face a bit pale, his nerves tense, his whole demeanor exuding an aura of helpless anxiety.
He knew what Qi Wangze was thinking.
This child had nothing left, only him.
He was afraid his love for him would be partly taken away by Qi Yuze.
He gently patted Qi Wangze's little head, sighed silently, and looked up at Qi Lianzheng saying, "If you don't want to drive me to rage, you should leave, live a good life with your wife and child, and don't trouble me and Zeze in the future."
"Dad!" Qi Lianzheng pleaded, looking at him, "I'm your biological son, how can you treat me like this? What kind of father keeps his own son out?"
