"Mama said she couldn't eat anymore, so since you don't want to share with others, you'll have to eat it all yourself," Ji Yanli's voice deepened, resonating with a powerful aura that was imposing without anger.
Faced with his authoritative father, the child instantly caved.
In the end, he held the cookies, placing them one by one into his mouth, tears falling like pearls off a broken string, dropping heavily from his eyes.
Even after twenty years had passed, Ji Zeqiu could still recall that scene and the painful sensation of a bloated stomach that stretched too far.
His father was always so strict at times, and even if he clung to his father's legs, crying that he didn't want to eat anymore, it was of no use at all.
"If the child doesn't want to eat, don't force him. What if you hurt his stomach?" Lin Xu felt sorry for Ji Zeqiu and held him in her arms, comforting him.