Song Zhen kissed Gu Xinzhou's hair.
The cell phone suddenly vibrated.
He picked it up and saw a response from Lu Xunzhi, "Of course, when the young are bullied, the elder must come out to seek justice."
Song Zhen's fingertips trembled slightly as he stared at the words on the screen, unable to move his gaze away for a long time.
From the Song Family's downfall to his own rise from the ashes, in those days of struggle, Song Enshuo had never shown concern for him, had never once asked: "Have you eaten? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you tired?"
Song Zhen used to harbor resentment in his heart.
He believed in a saying common among the people: "If there's a stepmother, there must be a stepfather."
He attributed Song Enshuo's hands-off approach to this saying.
But now, he had let go.
He wasn't really Song Enshuo's son, so naturally, Song Enshuo wouldn't genuinely care for him.
Even, allowing him to live and grow up was already Song Enshuo's mercy.
