The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

While singing, Wu Tu secretly glanced at the teacher's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Unfortunately, the teacher remained completely still throughout, and the staff around him were eerily quiet as well.

Wu Tu thought she sang terribly, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue singing, prepared to be scolded by the teacher after she finished.

But to everyone's surprise, after he finished singing, the teacher remained silent, staring at the sheet music without saying a word.

The others still looked dazed.

The little guy turned his head and saw Cooper at the door, and kept gesturing to Cooper for help.

Only then did he realize that everyone had the same expression on their face—a look of bewilderment mixed with a touch of infatuation.

Wu Tu thought nervously to himself, "I'm doomed. Is his singing so bad that I can physically attack him now?"

At this moment, the teacher finally came to his senses. His eyes held a strange warmth as he smiled and said to the black rabbit:

"Honey, is your voice natural?"

Wu Tu clutched the hem of her clothes and nodded uneasily.

The teacher said, "I understand."

Then the little guy watched as the teacher and agent stood aside and communicated.

The next second, they almost turned the whole room upside down from arguing.

The teacher, who had been calm just moments before, has now transformed into a red-haired witch, forcefully shouting:

"I don't care, he invited me to teach him, so he's already my student. I have to teach him. What does anyone else know about music! I can't let his voice be wasted!"

Wu Tu thought he must be half asleep and hallucinating.

He decided to cover his ears, then let them go.

But who knew that as soon as the vocal coach came back, she hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go, and kept saying, "The treasure I found is mine."

Wutu: ?

Wu Tu: Would you like to see what you're saying?

The teacher looked at Wutu with a righteous expression, as if moved that she was about to save a poor, abused child:

"Honey, it's okay. I won't let your talent go to waste."

"Do you know how stunning it was when you spoke just now? What a pure voice..."

"I assure you, no one will suppress your talent again!"

"Your talent is so dazzling; those who say you don't sing well are trying to ruin you!"

It was only then that Wu Tu realized that their expressions just now were not one of endurance or being distracted by the unpleasant sound, but rather one of surprise, captivated by that sound.

Only after Wu Tu realized their meaning could she understand the feeling of the vocal music teacher's heart being shattered.

She broke down and said:

"If you call this bad, then there are only a handful of people in the whole country who sing well!"

"They're trying to hurt you, baby. Besides damaging your mental well-being, what else have they done? Don't be afraid, tell me."

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that when Wutu was a child, her aunt, who was listening nearby, was deliberately giving her a malicious look.

It wasn't an accident that the black cat's voice was almost ruined.

But the little guy didn't drink the porridge his aunt gave him in the end, nor did he accidentally ingest rat poison. However, after the black cat discovered this, it remained silent and never spoke again.

Even now, the little guy speaks with a lack of confidence and stumbles over his words.

But only now is someone genuinely praising him:

"Your voice is very nice; you should talk more and express yourself more."

Wu Tu's expression changed; compared to the adults' surprise, the little guy's emotions were clearly off.

Because the black cat couldn't understand why.

He is clearly not a useless child.

He is so talented.

Although his grades dropped due to illness, and he couldn't concentrate in class because of bullying, he could dance, ice skate, act, and sing. He wasn't useless.

He can do a great job.

If he reveals these talents, will they still hate him?

Will do.

After a moment of happiness, Wu Tu realized that his original family didn't despise him for being useless, but rather they simply didn't want him and hated him, so no matter what he did, they didn't love him.

But Wu Tu couldn't help wanting to prove herself to them, and wanted to wait for that apology.

He is not useless.

He is not……

The little guy couldn't hear what the teacher next to him was saying.

He looked terrible, his face was deathly pale.

As soon as Cooper returned, he was immediately questioned by the teacher. He didn't notice anything unusual about the black rabbit at first.

Cooper had originally wanted the little guy to record another template song.

He dared not underestimate the talent of the black clown and prepared to send a copy to the Winston family and also send a copy to a well-known creative company.

But now, Wu Tu has tried to sing several times, but she can't continue.

"Feel sorry."

After the little guy finished speaking, he hurriedly went out and disappeared around the corner.

Cooper was startled.

They all knew that the little guy had a history of hurting himself.

Cooper recalled Ulva's previous reaction and knew something was wrong. He immediately made an emergency call to Winston.

But the little guy didn't realize that his actions had worried everyone. He simply wanted to clear his head and vent his feelings of sadness and resentment.

He no longer wanted to leave this world, nor did he want to leave his father's side.

But he didn't want to bother others every time he was in a bad mood.

Therefore, he wanted to regulate his own emotions.

He sat alone on the rooftop, lost in thought, when a few minutes later, the door behind him was kicked open.

Then Winston appeared at Helena's company, strode over, and hugged Wu Tu tightly.

For some reason, Winston's voice had become somewhat hoarse.

"baby?"

Wu Tu was taken aback: "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Only then did Winston have time to look down and examine the little guy's face.

When Winston noticed that Ulva looked genuinely confused, he realized that they had misunderstood.

But it's alright, it's alright...

Winston held the black cub tightly, unwilling to let go.

If he were to actually let go, Winston's trembling hands would be exposed.

Winston was quite frightened.

No one else could make him worry so much.

The little guy thought his dad had picked him up from get off work because Cooper and his team had disguised themselves very well. After finding that the little guy was alright, they immediately told the bodyguards to leave, not wanting to leave him with any psychological burden.

Adults won't add to the little one's stress.

So Wutu was completely unaware that everyone was worried about him.

When the little one got home and was about to fall asleep, Wu Tu suddenly remembered the look in her father's eyes earlier that day.

That sorrowful, panicked look in his eyes, and those strong arms that were holding him tightly.

Dad came so suddenly today... Could it be that you're worried about him?

Here, everyone always cares about him so much, treating him as a treasure rather than a neglected weed.

Even if he is incredibly talented, he is still so insignificant. Does he deserve all this care and attention?

Thinking of this, Wu Tu suddenly felt wide awake. He sat up, walked to his father's bedroom door, and knocked.

After Winston let him in, the little guy looked at his father, who was still working, and remained silent for a while.

Winston thought he was just being shy again.

After all, apart from when they first came back, the little guy hadn't asked to sleep with his dad for a long time.

But who knew that after Wu Tu ran over and buried her face in her father's arms, she wouldn't move for a long time and couldn't lift her head.

Winston had been raising kittens for a long time, so he naturally noticed that the black cat seemed to be crying.

The little guy always does this, wiping his tears on his dad.

It's as if this way, Dad will remember the smell of my tears.

Whether he wanted his father to love him or to share his pain with him, Wutu couldn't say.

However, he finally decided to vent his pent-up frustration.

Why? Why do I hate him? Why do I have to hate him so much?

He did nothing wrong, so why hurt him?

Winston looked at the little guy crying pitifully, and then thought about the little guy's unusual behavior during the day, and was sure that Wu Tu must have thought of what happened before.

He then patiently comforted her little by little.

No matter what grievances Wu Tu may have, no matter whether Wu Tu is willing to tell his father or not, his father will always be there for him, always by his side.

Seeing the little one's face flushed red from crying, Winston reached out and picked him up, placing him on the bed. He patted the little one's back and spoke in a low voice:

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."