Hearing this, Li Ling immediately became furious and shouted, "Wang Jianjun, what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean my son isn't yours?"
"Stop fucking pretending with me, how were you before we got married?" Wang Jianjun said coldly, "We've been married for eight months, and this kid is already born. Are you telling me he's my seed?"
"You fucking bastard, we've been dating for half a year and slept together countless times, does it matter if he was conceived before the wedding?" Li Ling roared back.
"Sleeping is one thing, but don't I know my own situation?" Wang Jianjun replied coldly, "I had a check-up at the hospital before we got married. The doctor said I basically have no fertility. Do you really have no clue who the real father of this child is?"
Li Ling was stunned; indeed, the child was not Wang Jianjun's. He could only be considered a joyful foster father, at best.