Hearing the sharp laughter from behind, Zhao Li's humble yet sensitive self-esteem was deeply stung.
Zhao Li's pace finally slowed down.
The conversation behind continued: "I've met that kid's mom too, and she doesn't look like her either. It's really strange, but things in a wealthy family are hard to explain..."
Zhao Li really wanted to turn around and give those two women a lesson.
But with the child by his side, he hesitated in the end.
As they talked, Zhao Li had already reached the car.
He pulled the car door open, and after watching Hu Mingchen climb into the car, he didn't close the door immediately, but stood there blankly.
Moments later, his mind began to fill with self-doubt.
Though those two gossips were damnable, the words they said were deeply engraved in Zhao Li's mind.
They were right; the child didn't resemble him, Zhao Li.
It was precisely because the child didn't resemble him at all that Zhao Li dared to spend so much time openly with the child.
