An Jiayou felt wronged in his heart, a big, big grievance. Boohoohoo, he was a poor little thing that nobody loved. Even his dear mom stopped caring about him, and for this, he placed all his big hatred on this stepfather. It was all his fault.
He was still very young and wasn't a match for this person. Silently in his heart, An Jiayou was plotting that once the little sister in mom's belly was born, he would hog all the attention, making this bastard stepfather experience the feeling of being neglected by unconditional love. But for now, he had to continue to endure this compromising situation.
On his small and handsome face, traces of helplessness were all over: "I was wrong."
"Do you still dare to call me stepdad in the future?"
"I don't dare anymore. You are my real dad, more real than real, and even a dad only thirteen years older than me," An Jiayou said, his face full of flattery.
