"I'm so fucking sick of this autism thing.
From the day this little autistic child came to my home, I basically never had peace of mind for a day.
He is too trouble-making and difficult to control, and he has to guard against others getting sick.
Just send him to a mental hospital. "
——Bullshit.
Huai Yu crushed the message he had written to Anyao and looked at the little autistic child in his arms guiltily and explained: "Um... Baby, I didn't mean that..."
I don't, I'm not...
Concept: Everyone is his or her own fireworks
