Inside the office, the child's weeping pierced straight to the heart; anyone could easily imagine just how deeply wronged he must have felt to cry like this.
Meng Jinxiao gently patted Meng Zirui on the back, his movements tender yet failing to mask the simmering rage erupting in his eyes.
He coaxed the boy softly: "There, there, don't cry. If you don't want to go back, you don't have to. Uncle will figure something out!"
Chapter 89