"My son is not like you!"
"It's also something I couldn't predict that the child would get sick. I've been doing my best to take care of him!"
"Is that so? If you had taken good care of him, he wouldn't have gotten sick!" He Jun growled, looking at the swollen spot on his son's forehead with great distress.
The child has just recovered from illness and now has fallen. Such a young child must be suffering greatly.
"Do you think I deliberately treat He En badly? Is that how you see me?" Lin Xiaoting asked tearfully, forcing him to answer, her heart aching intensely.
She's been wholeheartedly taking care of He En, and what she gets in return is his distrust.
"If you don't want to take care of the child, you can say it directly. I'll find a nanny to look after He En." He Jun, hearing Lin Xiaoting's words, felt a pang of guilt but still thought she hadn't taken good care of He En.
When he's home, the child never gets sick or falls.
