"I'll be right there."
Wu Bin walked up to Wu Liangliang, staring at his face. He hadn't paid attention before because it was his own son—appearance didn't matter. But now, he really could see it; Wu Liangliang didn't resemble him at all. When he was young, he was quite handsome. His features might not be impressive individually, but combined, they were like those of a male lead in a Korean drama, while Wu Liangliang was actually ugly—remarkably so.
He used to wonder how he could have fathered such an ugly son. It turns out, he might not be the father at all.
Even so, he still held onto some hope. Clenching his teeth, he strode out to have his blood drawn, not just for blood type compatibility, but also for a paternity test.
Data doesn't lie, and neither do test results. He was just waiting—if Wu Liangliang was indeed his, he would kneel down to Ren Ying if he had to. But if not, he would never forgive Ren Ying for a lifetime.
