Huo Jincheng said very seriously, "How can a man be so whimpering? Do you want other kids to laugh at you?"
"Mom said I'm still a little boy," Little Amber said with red eyes.
"Then you want mom to feel sad, right? Mom has a performance coming up, and if she's worried about you, she might get distracted and make mistakes. Do you want the whole country to laugh at mom for not playing the piano well? Is that what you want?"
Huo Jincheng began to reason with him again, although, with Lu Xingzhi's professional skills, such things were absolutely impossible to happen.
But fooling his son is still possible.
"No way! I definitely don't want that," Little Amber shouted, pulling at his throat.
Dad is a bad dad.
"So mom's only gone for half a month, and you can't bear it? Even dad won't see mom for half a month, and I'm not happy either. See, am I crying?" Huo Jincheng began his persuasion again.
Deliberately saying, "Do you mean you can't even compare to dad?"
