When Luo Heng said this, he boldly looked at Xiaodie, and in his gaze seemed to be bottomless depths of affection.
Shen Fu couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward, "After giving him so much money, it wouldn't be too much if I beat him up, right?"
Xiaodie stopped her impulsive husband and said to Luo Heng with a cold sneer, "The imagination might be beautiful, but if you had really adopted me back then, by now, the grass on your grave would probably be a few feet tall. Don't talk about useless things; my patience is limited."
"Alright, alright, since you want to hear it, then I'll tell you~" With eighteen billion in his pocket, Luo Heng seemed much more at ease.
"That year in Chengdu, I met your adoptive father, Bai Lang. I always had you in my heart and wanted to ask about your situation. He said you were doing well, but his wife had a terminal illness. Hearing this, I knew my opportunity had come.
