Gong Lie held Zhan Lingtao tightly, as if he could never express enough affection. Not even the separation of life and death could stop the overwhelming fatherly love he exuded.
He kissed the boy's cheek and hair forcefully, asking him in a choked voice, "Xiao Tuo, I'm sorry. Daddy couldn't be there to watch you grow up. Do you blame me?"
Zhan Lingtao pulled back a little, looked earnestly at Gong Lie's handsome and resolute face, and shook his head seriously, "I don't blame you, Daddy. From childhood to now, I've always heard Papa Moxiao tell me stories about Gong Lie Daddy. I've always known Gong Lie Daddy is a hero. I'm proud to be your son."
What an understanding child, and he was only seven years old.
Of course, this was all thanks to the wise upbringing by Zhan Moxiao and Ou Lan, who always tried to instill love and admiration in Zhan Lingtao for his late parents.
