"Song Xiaobao, you are just a bastard picked up by my Song family."
Song Shoucheng took the paternity test photo on the coffee table. The conclusion of "non-biological father and son" in the photo made people's eyes hurt.
The second sister Song Qingyuan Wan raised her manicure and tore his business plan into pieces: "You are as poor as you are, and you are worthy of marrying the Lin family?" His adopted son Song Chengyuan pretended to pull him, but he secretly pinched his old wound with his palm - the scar left by him blocking a knife for this man in his previous life.
Song Xiaobao lowered his eyes and looked at the fragments on the ground. When he was pushed into the operating room in his previous life, Song Chengyuan's laughter when he said outside the door, "This fool really believes that I will save him," suddenly became clear.
He bent down and picked up a bloody scrap of the plan. When he looked up, his eyes were frozen: "Okay, it's okay to sever the relationship. But first, return these three things to me - the plagiarism case file I helped Song Chengyuan, the two million gambling debt I paid for Song Qingyuan, and..."
He took out an encrypted mobile phone and said, "Song Shoucheng, you asked me to be the laboratory monitor for the drug tester, and I saved three copies."
The living room fell silent for a moment.
"Now, who should beg whom?"
The author writes well and has too many memories.