The conversation between father and son went without any drama. Neither of them displayed any emotion or raised their voices. Their eyes met one another’s. Even Sansan, a three-year-old, could tell that something was wrong with the awkwardness between them.
“Time to get up. You can play here for three days. Three days later, I’m bringing you to see Mommy.”
Although Wen Qingmu said ‘play’, his son wasn’t the slightest bit happy because it sounded like a judge was sentencing him.
Wen Qingmu patted Sansan on the head, finally showing a kindly smile. “Don’t you want to fly? Your grandpa can fly. He can send you up to the tall trees and let you ride a deer. There’s a lot of fun things to do here.”