Midnight.
Fu Pei came out of the room and went outside. He ran around the river.
He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he ran more than ten laps as if he had lost his life. He only stopped when he was completely exhausted.
He sat on the lawn by the river, his clothes wrinkled in the wind. Hot sweat rolled down his forehead and flowed down his cheekbones to his collarbone.
The shirt on the back of the young man's broad shoulders was also drenched in sweat, and his chest was heaving rapidly.
Fu Pei calmed his breathing and recovered from the absurdity of the paternity test.
He had never felt so helpless before, so helpless that he had lost the ability to think.
He suddenly remembered the first time he met Fu Ting. The little girl had suddenly barged into his world, hugged him, and said, I'm your biological daughter, Fu Ting!
Fu Pei raised his chin, and his eyes suddenly turned sour.
