You were born into a billionaire family, your mother died when you were little and your father was always very overprotective, with all the attention of the servants, butlers, employees and even paparazzi, you became a spoiled child, and of course, your father did not I would deny you anything.

"Son, let go of me, I have to go to work."

You held onto your father's leg tightly, all because you didn't want to go to school.

"Little one..." He murmured.