As soon as she finished speaking, every gaze in the living room was filled with deep disgust.
If anyone still harbored one percent of fantasy in their hearts earlier, unwilling to believe this was true, now they were completely convinced.
Lu Da took a step back and said indifferently, "My son died, he died thirteen years ago. Have you forgotten? You told me yourself." In fact, Lu Da had not been on good terms with Wei An over the years.
Because they were the same age and even their birth dates were nearly identical, every time he saw Wei An, he was reminded of his own son who had died young. Therefore, whenever Wei Shufen held Wei An close, he would subconsciously keep his distance.
Later, when he vaguely guessed what was happening, a divide had already formed in his heart, and combined with Wei An's arrogant and unlikable character, it made him even less able to feel close to him.
