"Who's talking about bowing their heads?" Wan Hongxing placed her hand on Pei Guozhong's shoulder, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. Being a preschool teacher, she always spoke in a soft, gentle tone. She said, "There's no overnight feud between father and son. Xiaocheng is such an outstanding person, yet he might have to stay in a wheelchair forever. Back then, he surely felt a lot of pressure. He might have said some harsh words, but can't you, as his father, understand that?"
"Did I mess up finding him a doctor?" Pei Guozhong truly didn't understand the boy's thoughts at the time. Had he really chosen the wrong doctors?
This ungrateful boy even screamed at Wan Hongxing. As his father, what's wrong with scolding him a bit?
"You're right, you wanted to help Xiaocheng, and that was certainly the right thing to do." Wan Hongxing softly said, "I know, it was also my mistake that day."
"Hongxing, over the years, you've done well enough."