It combines the literature of ex-boyfriends and the literature of chasing wives and crematoriums, with the outside world and the son and father integrated into one body.
The taste is still hellish, don't let this Yan Suya go!
It's not abo, but it's a begotten. You don't care who the father is.
The perspective is very messy, including the cannon fodder's attacking perspective, the protagonist's attacking perspective, and the bystander's perspective.
Intention: Father's love is like a mountain