The entire Internet thought I was a top-notch bastard, waiting to see my live broadcast of the joke about winning the three gold medals.
Until I took my four-year-old son to the stage and handed in the paternity test in front of the national audience: "Jiang Yubai, when will you return my son to me?"
Four years ago, he had his agent buy out my option with a check. Four years later, as the chief director of the program, I brought a recorder and a fetal sheet to drag him down from the altar at his home stadium.
I don't want love, I just want justice.
