After Zhao Chen and I got married, we wanted to enjoy life as a couple and didn't plan to have children anytime soon.
Then my biological parents showed up, hoping I'd help raise my younger brother.
I looked at Lin Zihan, who was only five years old. He was dressed head to toe in designer clothes and holding a harmless pet snake in the middle of a crowd,
using it to scare passersby.
I kicked Li Zihan right in the backside, tore the pet snake apart with my bare hands, and looked coldly at my parents, whose faces had turned ashen. “Sure, you can leave your brat with me. I'll whip him into shape for you.”
