"I told you, mom. I don't want dad." Little Zheng was a bit upset.
Ji Shiting looked at Little Zheng's face and had a guess.
The child was still very childish a few months ago. Perhaps it was because he had grown taller, but the baby fat on his face had faded a bit, and the outline of his face became more defined.
"The CCTV record of that hotel was destroyed, so even if the hard drive's information is restored, it's still blank." Ji Shiting looked at Ling Yutong. "But don't worry. Little Zheng's father isn't a bad person."
Ling Yutong bit her lips.
That was what she was worried about. Little Zheng didn't need a father to grow up, but when he grew up, his father might pester Little Zheng and become a burden.
She already knew that she had been set up. If Xie Siqi wanted to hurt her, what kind of man could she have prepared for her?
Ji Shiting smiled and said, "You wouldn't have thought that man was me if he was really that bad."
