Chapter Thirteen: A Child Without a Mother's Love and a Father's Affection

  In the Han house, Mr. Han leaned on the sofa, his face somewhat solemn, with circles of smoke constantly coming out of his mouth, the whole room was filled with smoke, like a big smoking room!

  "Xiao Jie, what are you trying to do? It's not long after the start of school and you've already gotten me into so much trouble." Han Father said angrily over the phone.

  But on the other end of the phone came a cold voice. "What's going on? You should know, I just want to be expelled from school as soon as possible!"

  "You... you want to kill me!" Hearing his son say this, Mr. Han was so angry that he fell onto the sofa, clutching at his chest in pain. With great effort, he continued speaking, but this time his tone had clearly softened. "Little Jie, tell your father, why, why have you become like this?"

  ...There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone...

  It was a long time before Han Yajie's voice was heard. "Because I'm a child who doesn't care about his mother, and doesn't love his father!"

  His father's heart sank, he admitted that in recent years, in order to avenge that woman, he had been working hard to make money, using every means possible to do so. Now he has succeeded. Only, he didn't think that as a result, he would neglect his son and let him become the way he is now.

  The father's face was filled with deep self-reproach, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and fine lines appeared on his forehead. His worried face seemed to have aged a lot all at once.

  "Xiao Jie, these years father hasn't done a good job as a father, please give father another chance?" The almost pleading tone made Han Yajie on the other end of the phone feel a little moved, and a complex expression flashed across his face. But just one second later, he put on a rebellious look again.

  A sneer played on his lips as he said with a hint of a smile, "Give you another chance? If time could be turned back, I'd give you one more opportunity!"

  “Buzz...” The phone was hung up mercilessly. Han Yajie squatted down, biting her hand fiercely, suppressing the pain in her heart, and the tears that were about to burst out were forced back.

  Han Yajie, you useless thing, if you dare to shed a single tear, you'll be too embarrassing!