"He was born and raised by me and has nothing to do with you." Lu Yinghua expressed angrily.
"Since you said that, wouldn't you mind doing a check-up?" Guan Zhonglun sneered back.
"No need, I admit that he is your son, but so what?"
"Now that you admit it, everything is easy to talk about."
"There's nothing to say. I said he was born and raised by me. It was like that before and it won't change in the future."
That was Lv Yinghua's personal naive opinion. Guan Zhonglun did not agree with her statement, "I didn't know that I had a son before. Now that I know, I can't pretend not to know. How about you marry me and let the child recognize his ancestors? Otherwise, I will fight to the end and send the child to Africa as a refugee."
"What? Say it again if you dare!"
"I have said the same thing several times. He is my son, and I have the right to educate him. If you insist on making things so complicated, then I will send him to Africa to be a refugee."
The son thought the father was just joking, but the mother was furious.
A loud and clear slap landed on Guan Zhonglun's face.
"I will never let you succeed!"
Send your son to be a refugee in Africa? She would kick him into the Pacific Ocean first.
It has been six years. The war started six years ago. Six years later, the war still has not ended.
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