"speaking of which, i haven't met my half-brother yet."
" i think she's 10 years old, " song qincheng continued. " she gave birth to the child after she went abroad. i heard that she's very obedient. when i was lying on the delivery bed and watching the child cry with his eyes closed, i seemed to understand her feelings for her son more. "
shen che couldn't help but mock her, " even if it's for the sake of a son, you can't hurt your daughter like this. you're her child. you're like someone who was picked up from the trash can. "
song qincheng's lips curved up slightly. " "maybe she threw it into the trash can."
" this report might have a bad influence on you. "
shen che expressed his concern.
what he was more worried about was that song qincheng's past would be dug out.
