Yue Tingfeng had always been patient when dealing with Yue Pengcheng in the past. Regardless of how much he rejected the man or was unwilling to face the facts, the man was his biological father, and it was inevitable.
However, Yue Tingfeng thought how perfect it would have been if his father died when he was young, just like everyone else's.
Pity that it was all just a dream.
The only thing Yue Tingfeng wanted to do was to protect Mrs. Yue.
He wanted to shield the fragile shoulders of the woman who took care of him all those years.
Before Yue Tingfeng could land a blow, a gentle touch held him back.
"My son, you go on ahead. There are a few things I want to tell him that I've kept inside me for more than ten years."