For the first time in his young life, Gao Ming eagerly chimed in to echo his father's words, turning to Su Bing with bright eyes. "He's right, Su Bing! If you want one, just tell my dad. He's got lots of cool stuff—things I've never even seen before!"
Truth be told, Gao Ming had always known his father worked in science and technology. But being so young, he couldn't quite grasp what that truly meant—until he spent a few days living with his father in his research dorm.
It was only then that he began to understand. His dad wasn't just a scientist; he was doing great, important work—something noble, something awe-inspiring.
Gao Ming felt a sudden wave of pride. If his father had neglected him because of this, then maybe... maybe he could forgive him.
Su Bing continued fiddling with the globe, his tone calm and noncommittal. "Uncle, I'm just taking a look."
The tiny spark of hope that had lit up in Gao Lang's heart flickered and died. But he wasn't giving up that easily.
