C717

"Abba? Who is you, Abba? Hahaha, get lost … You are all ingrate, inexperienced ingrate, scram... Get lost, all of you are liars … "You're not my son. Scram, I don't have a son like you, so scram …"

Hua Rong felt like her heart was slowly shattering. That was her fault, the consequence of causing trouble for her sons. She saw Lu Wenlong's pale face, the hand holding the spear kept shaking