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

"How could you not even come up with 500,000?! Your dad is so rich... If you still don't give it to me by the afternoon, we'll post about your ingratitude online, how you even left your mother who raised you to die, and let netizens see what kind of ingrate you really are, this champion!"

When Wu Tu heard the call being disconnected, he frantically tried to call back, but the line was always busy.

What to do, what to do...

The black cat bit its nails, feeling that it was finally going to be finished...

He squatted in the bathroom, nervously scrolling through messages, afraid that his name would appear on the trending topics, afraid that someone would come and scold him, afraid that everyone would know that he was a terrible person.

But after some time, there seems to be no sign of it making a splash online...

Wu Tu stared at the screen, almost forgetting the time, until Kailan came to find him, which snapped him out of his daze and he immediately put away his phone.

Seeing that his expression was off, Kaylan asked, "What's wrong?"

The little guy shook his head: "No, it's nothing..."

But he spent the whole afternoon in fear and anxiety, and nothing happened.

Unbeknownst to him, ever since he became famous in China, Winston had people monitoring his online activities, and the team would immediately suppress any negative comments.

They're professionals at waging propaganda wars.

No matter what, these rumors should not be used against a child.

But the little guy doesn't know that.

The black cat was still caught up in its emotions, unable to sleep all night due to fear, and would wake up startled whenever it fell asleep.

Then, as if by reflex, I immediately picked up my phone to check.

They endured this back and forth until dawn, and the little guy's condition was absolutely terrible the next day.

Yu Jue frowned as he watched him get on the ice, and in the end said nothing, only asking:

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Try to get used to it today, and show me your short program tomorrow."

The leaders who had come specifically to see the black tu also shook their heads.

Looking at her helpless state on the ice, Wu Tu realized that she was indeed just as her aunt had said...

He shouldn't think he's some kind of genius just because he had a bit of good luck.

He's clearly a useless piece of trash...

He has never been talented and is clumsy, so how could he possibly have talent and ability?

He was used to being compared to others, and he knew that among all the people in the world, he was the worst.

The black eagle lowered its head and glided off the ice. Winston instinctively felt something was wrong with its appearance.

Winston watched as Ulva frequently picked up her phone, and even now, she didn't come over to cling to him anymore.

Could it be that the child has recently become obsessed with some game and is a bit too addicted to the internet?

Winston thought he was going through his child's adolescence and became distressed.

He had no idea that Wu Tu was hiding such a huge secret from him.

The little guy is really good at handling things.

Just like before, the little guy could endure the pain, could remain silent, and could keep suppressing his own urge to cry for help...

Wu Tu didn't notice his father's worried look. He looked down and saw his aunt angrily sending him a message.

Perhaps it was because she failed to gain attention online that she revealed her true colors:

"Did you go back to China? I saw someone post a picture of you training in the capital."

"You don't want other people to know, do you? If you're not afraid of us making a scene at the Sports Bureau, then you'd better send the money obediently."

As Wu Tu heard his aunt's threats, he didn't know what else he could do...

Forced into such a predicament, Wutu made up his mind.

He looked at himself in the mirror, then at the screen, concealing the self-destructive tendencies in his eyes, and typed expressionlessly:

"Okay, come to the capital."

"Come to this address."

Once he made up his mind, Wu Tu found himself not nervous at all.

He was calm; all the anxiety and fear he had felt before had vanished, and he felt completely relaxed.

only……

Wu Tu got up, went to Winston's room, and knocked on the door.

"Dad, can we go out and play today?"

Winston immediately paused his meeting and came over to ask the little guy:

"You want to go out for a walk? It's getting late. If you'd like to go out and have some fun, we can still..."

Before Winston could finish speaking, the little guy interrupted:

"Let's go for a walk in the park downstairs."

"...I miss you, Dad. I want you to be with me."

Winston had originally thought that at this time of year, it would be fine to go to Tokyo or Seoul.

As a result, the little guy's words shattered all the sweet talk he was about to use to coax the child.

Winston looked at the little guy in front of him, and his voice couldn't help but soften:

"Honey, we've only been apart for half an hour."

But the black tusk still hugged Winston tightly, as if it were the same black tusk hugging its father when it was a child.

"Then I miss you too."

Wu Tu rarely acted like this; he was embarrassed to express his inner thoughts and shy about expressing his love for his family.

So when Winston saw this straightforward little guy, he felt that even if Ulva wanted the stars in the sky, he would pluck them down for Ulva.

He walked around downstairs with the little guy, watched Wutu go down the simple slide meant for two or three-year-olds, pushed Wutu on the swing, and bought him a balloon and a candied hawthorn.

This simple wish was kept hidden in Wutu's heart for many, many years.

Winston didn't understand what was so fun about this. He could have taken Ulva to more interesting places and shown Ulva sights he had never seen before.

But when Winston saw the little guy's forlorn expression as he swung on the swing, he felt a sharp, tingling pain in his heart.

He quietly stayed with the little black rabbit until it got dark. Then the little guy took a colorful candy wrapper and folded it into a flower for him.

The little guy said he folded flowers from Winston Manor as a gift for his dad.

This is a crow with nothing of value, the only gift I can give to my father.

"If Dad can take this flower home, please put it on his desk. If you don't think it's pretty, you can leave it in the flowerbed in the manor, so it can stay with Dad forever..."

"It can stay with Dad forever..."

Looking at the flower in his hand, Winston, as the crow had wished, carefully pinned the flower to his breast pocket.

It's as if the crow was also cherished by its father in this way.

Winston promised:

"I will keep it with me forever, just like you."

"Thank you, baby."

"But you must also remember that if anything makes you unhappy, you should tell Daddy, okay?"

The smile on Wu Tu's face froze. He touched his face and realized that what was on his face wasn't rain, but tears.

So he had been crying the whole time.

It turns out that the little boy had been crying in his heart, saying that he didn't want to leave his father.

But I'm sorry... he tried his best...

After the little guy went back, he came to the rooftop on the 20th floor as promised, waiting for his aunt's family to arrive.

The time for a clean break has come.