The parent-child activity ended at about four o'clock in the afternoon.
On the way back home, Han Hao had been in low spirits. He didn't look as energetic as he used to be. Instead, he curled up in the back chair, lowered his head, and didn't say anything.
"Hao, what's wrong?"
"Daddy." Han Hao raised his head and took a look at Han Che. He couldn't see the appearance of the naughty boy at the moment.
Han Che put down his phone and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
He pouted with dissatisfaction and mumbled, "I don't like her." "She?"
"I don't like my mother." Han Hao was talking about Song Xinyue.
Han Che turned his head and fixed his eyes on him.
"I like that beautiful Mommy."
"This mother is not good at all. I don't like her. She never stays with me and doesn't care about me at all. Every time I am with her, I am not happy either." His analysis was right.