Jing Yijun was changing his shoes at the entrance.
Hearing the explosive tone in her voice, he turned around to look at her, "What conspiracy?"
"Are you trying to force me to commit suicide so you can inherit my box?" Song Lingling suddenly stood up, glaring at Jing Yijun with a fiery gaze.
Jing Yijun smiled, "If I really wanted to inherit your box, wouldn't I just marry you?"
Song Lingling paused, "What did you say?"
"If I marry you, what's yours is mine, why would I go to such lengths?"
"Then why don't you tell the whole school that man is your father?"
Jing Yijun walked over and placed the food box on the coffee table, "That man is not my dad."
"He's your stepfather!"
Jing Yijun's eyes darkened a bit, "He's not my stepfather. I don't have a stepfather."
His expression, as Song Lingling saw it, was one of dislike for his stepfather, unwilling to mention him.
Bastard!
