Song Beiye smiled bitterly.

The five words about his only remaining son fully express his heartache at this moment.

He said exactly what Tang Li wanted to ask.

Tang Li really didn't know how to respond, so she bluntly replied:

"Actually, if you need to contact me, you can call me. It's not like I won't answer your calls."

As long as no one confesses their feelings, we can still be good friends.

I will definitely reject any confession of love!

Song Beiye shook his head:

"I have to tell you this in person."

Tang Li sighed:

"Alright, then you go ahead, I'm listening."

The coffee was served, and Song Beiye thanked the waiter. He then prepared to add sugar for Tang Li, but Tang Li stopped him.

I drink coffee without sugar.

Song Beiye seemed a little flustered, and was about to give her more milk, but Tang Li gently stopped him:

"No milk added either."

Song Beiye withdrew his hand:

"Drinking coffee like this will make it very bitter."

“But I like it,” Tang Li said softly, then immediately asked him:

“We haven’t known each other for very long, but you’ve never been so uneasy in front of me. In my memory, you’re a bit sly, but also a very warm-hearted guy, so you don’t have to be reserved. Just say whatever you want to say, as long as it’s not a confession, I’ll listen to you finish.”

The last sentence was Tang Li's true feeling.

It's also used to set the mood.

Song Beiye indeed laughed and quickly explained:

"I won't confess, I won't confess. Don't worry, from the moment I stood in front of you today, I knew that you were destined to be my delusion, and could only be a delusion."

Tang Li knew that the word "delusion" contained what he was going to say today.

But he still joked:

"If you don't confess your feelings, we'll be best friends for life."

Nowadays, even the words "good friend" have become a delusion for him.

Song Beiye's eyes suddenly reddened; he dared not look at Tang Li, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Tang Li, I've come to ask you for a favor."

Beg me?

Tang Li suddenly realized something.

“I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but I came anyway.”

Song Beiye slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot:

"Because, before I am myself, I am first and foremost my father's son."