Huangfu Minxue turned around, walking toward him like an unwanted puppy, tears streaming down his face. He threw himself onto the man's sturdy legs, wiping his tears and snot on the man's hand-tailored expensive trousers. "Daddy, elder sister... doesn't like me anymore, she doesn't want... to play with me... wuwu..."
Huangfu Yueming looked down at his son, Little Bud, who was crying fiercely, gasping for breath.
Despite his son's soft and cute demeanor toward Mi Yao, he actually inherited more of his father's cold nature. Throughout his life, he hardly liked anyone. Even Le Yishuang's attempts to please him were in vain, he only cared for his father and his aunt; Mi Yao was the first person outside his family that he liked.
Little Bud's affection for Mi Yao came abruptly and deeply. Huangfu Yueming's usually cold lips turned white as he clenched them, and when he looked up at that woman, he knew she was treating Little Bud this way because of him.
