In the end, he still held back and wrote in his palm, "What about your daddy?"
His daddy?
Thinking of his tall and handsome, vain, sullen, proud, and sometimes childish daddy, Little Monkey's expression turned sour immediately.
He pouted and told Ye Que, "My daddy left. He doesn't want me, Mommy, sister, or grandparents anymore."
Every time Little Monkey mentioned his father, his mood darkened. He pulled his small hand out of Ye Que's palm and jumped off the bed.
"Uncle, you should rest early. I won't disturb you anymore. Good night."
Waving at Ye Que, Little Monkey opened the door and walked out.
Ye Que watched him close the door, with his words echoing in his ears, and felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
Son, it's not that your dad doesn't want you, Mommy, and your sister. It's because your dad doesn't want to ruin the perfect image he has in your minds.
