I Thought I Never Had a Son like You

The next day, near noon, Lang slowly opened his eyes. The outside sunlight was dazzling, he slowly sat up, and instantly, a heart-wrenching pain hit him. He felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart.

Lee Tianhou's attacks were too heavy, and did not care about his past feelings at all.

He stood up shakily and looked around. The scenery in front of him was so familiar. Right now, he was outside the Li family's villa, and beside him were some random personal belongings scattered on the ground.

He was abandoned, abandoned like a dog by his master...

He bowed his head and squatted down to pack his things. He dragged his body out of the iron gate as he was in excruciating pain.

"Open the door …" Open door... Dad... "I was wrong …"

Tears of unwillingness and regret quietly crawled onto Lang's face. The tears on Lang's swarthy face, mixed with the dried blood stains, looked extremely lonely and terrifying.