"Back then, Zhou Jie broke off all ties with his family in order to be with you, and now you're making his son call someone else his father? Aren't you afraid that he'll haunt you at night?" Xu Zhengyang looked into Leng Bing's eyes, his gaze still sharp.
"You're bullying my mother, you meanie!" Zhou Xiaojie cried, then continued to sob, "I know I have two fathers. They're both my fathers!"
"Dream on!" Xu Zhengyang glared at him. "In the future, this man will have his own children with the woman he loves. When that happens, he won't love you anymore, you moron!"
Leng Bing could not take it anymore. She met Xu Zhengyang's cold eyes. "Mr. Xu, aren't you going too far? You can't talk to a child like that!"
"And you can't bring a married man a lunch box like that." Xu Zhengyang did not care.
He was never going to give her face!
His morals meant nothing compared to his sister's lifelong happiness.
