My wife is pregnant and the child is not mine.
At that moment, three personalities in me exploded at the same time.
The violent personality wants to kill people, while the cowardly personality collapses and wants to die.
The person who finally took over the body was the calmest second personality: Lin Xun.
He put out the cigarette butt, his eyes cold: Death? Too cheap. Cutting flesh with a dull knife, I will let him enjoy it.
Industry? It's all mine.
Relatives? You won't be able to keep any of them.
No wife? I'll give you one.
When you finally kneel down and beg me to let your son go, I will tell you whose son it is.
