In the third year after being misunderstood, Shen Nian lived in a rental house with his three-year-old son.
The day the man kicked in the door, she was taking the noodles out of the pot with a colander.
"Whose child is it?" Lu Hanchuan pinched her chin, his eyes as cold as ice.
Shen Nian didn't say anything. Three-year-old Lu Xiaonian stuck his head out from behind her and shouted in a sweet voice:
"Uncle, you are so mean to my mommy, just like a dog."
Later, in order to please her, this "dog" bought an entire street of luxury goods.
Shen Nian looked at the bags piled up in the room and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Lu, I only want my son, not you."
Lu Hanchuan pushed the person against the wall, his voice was hoarse: "But I want you... And the position of the child's father."
