Being pitied by others isn't truly pitiable. But being pitied by your own son, that's the real tragedy.
Fu Shihan couldn't be bothered to argue with him, and after giving a few words of advice, instructing him not to upset Su Wanxin, he hung up the phone.
Su Wanxin went upstairs after a while, and Yangyang was still lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, showing no signs of wanting to sleep.
Su Wanxin got into bed and held him, her mind wandering away as she thought about things.
Just a moment ago, she had chatted with her parents downstairs, and their stance was quite firm—they did not want her to have too much interaction with Fu Shihan.
Su Wanxin felt a bit depressed at the moment. It wasn't that she was angry, but the pressure felt immense.
She managed to coax Yangyang to sleep, but she herself was wide awake. Holding her phone, she browsed through the news for a while. She wanted to chat with Fu Shihan, but considering he would be busy at this time, she held back.
