Ming Tailai nodded, "Back then, after your mom gave birth to you, because of my genetic issue, your mom couldn't conceive again, and since she wasn't willing to adopt, it was just the two of us all along."
As the old man spoke, he looked at his son in front of him, tears welling up uncontrollably in his eyes again.
This son actually resembled himself in his younger days, the same gentle elegance, the same scholarly air. But how had he never imagined before that he would be his own son?
The old man kept smiling at him, as if he could never see enough.
Lin Yebai noticed and felt a bit embarrassed, but since he was his father, if he wanted to look, Lin Yebai certainly wouldn't stop him.
So after filling the teacup for him, Lin Yebai asked again, "Genetic? Was there something wrong with your genetics?"
