When he handed over the divorce agreement, I decisively signed it and ran away with the money.
Five years later, I returned to China with three "extremely long resumes", and it turned out to be him.
Dabao pushed up his glasses: "Are you my biological father?"
Erbao licked a lollipop: "The child support is calculated by the minute."
Sanbao blinked: "Want to chase mom? Get your love's number plate first!"
Mr. Lu looked at the three miniature versions of himself and ate the agreement overnight - tsk, it hurts his teeth a bit.
