Ming Ansheng bowed his head and avoided Ming Zhongsheng.
"What do you mean by it?" Ming Zhongsheng lectured him loudly. "He is your son!"
Ming Ansheng smirked coldly and frowned. "Why are you so worked up?"
Ming Zhongsheng realized that he was overly emotional and he adjusted himself. In a grave voice, he said, "I was afraid that you might abandon your son for your worthless relationship."
He straightened his back and put on a solemn expression.
"Grandfather, when you forced me to break up with Meiduo, didn't you insult her? I remember you said that there would be plenty of women in the capital city willing to bear my children?" Ming Ansheng snorted in disdain and his tone was full of sarcasm. "Grandfather, didn't you say that you would never acknowledge Meiduo unless you are dead?"
He was using Ming Zhongsheng own words to attack him.
If the child was his, he would never abandon him.
