"What are you saying? Stop talking." Tang Qian was a little upset upon hearing what her son had said. It was shocking that the son she had raised would express such hatred for his own father.
That was too much!
Wei An felt even more aggrieved, rubbing his eyes, weeping his heart out with difficulty catching his breath.
"He's not my dad. I don't have such a cruel father... I hate him, I just hate him." Wei An sobbed, growing angrier. When he glanced aside and saw Wei Qin, who had been sitting in his wheelchair like an outsider throughout the whole confrontation, he felt a melancholic tug at his heart.
"I have no father, I have no brother. You all are evil, why don't you all just die?"
"Ah—"
Tang Qian covered her mouth in surprise, disbelievingly looking at Wei An.
