Xiao Xiaoang was calmly eating his meal.
"Is it so hard to say you like it?"
Xiao Yan asked gently and elegantly. As a father, Xiao Yan was not strict, but he was not overly indulgent either. It seemed that while playing the role of a father, he also wanted to take on the gentle, encouraging role of a mother.
Perhaps it was a bit greedy, but Xiao Yan had to admit in his heart that raising Xiao Ang without a mother's presence was indeed his shortcoming towards Xiao Ang. This guilt made it impossible for him to be harsh with Xiao Ang.
Xiao Ang pouted and continued to munch on the pizza in his hand. Admitting his feelings, even for a toy, was difficult for him.
This was something Xiao Yan never could understand.
He spoke bluntly about what he disliked, without concealing anything. But when it came to liking something, he seemed afraid that saying it would lead to losing it. He always used his poorly-executed acting skills, which he deemed perfect, to hide it.
