Looking at the small figure under the lamp, Samuel Noah Jackson felt a pang of heartache for the little brat for the first time.
He frowned, then strode over and sat next to the small silhouette.
"Crying in secret just because you were scolded a bit?!" he lowered his gaze to glance at the little guy, and then spoke out.
Hearing His Voice, Little Lorne Jackson put down the tablet in his hands and turned his head seriously to look at him.
"I'm not crying."
He wasn't crying, he was just unhappy.
"Father, I don't want to go to school," Lorne suddenly said, sincerely looking at Samuel Noah Jackson.
The kids were all different from what he had imagined, and he didn't like them!
"Why? Give me a reason!" Samuel furrowed his brows.
"Don't like…" the little guy lowered his head, expressing his unhappiness.
He didn't want to attend school anymore!
"Then why did you say before that you wanted to go to school?" He fixed his gaze on him for a moment, then suddenly asked.
