He spoke word by word, as if he were looking at something disgusting and hateful, with nothing but disgust and resentment in his eyes.
Yes, when it comes to this father, he felt it would have been better not knowing him. At least his impression remained at the moment he sent him the death letter. But now, he's come back to life, and in such a way, it only made him hate him more, despise him more.
He, Lin Yebai, does not have such a father!
The old man lying on the bed understood the expression on his face, and in an instant, his face turned livid again: "What are you saying? How dare you speak about your father like that? Do you have the guts to say it again?"
Father?
Does he still have the nerve to mention that word in front of him?
Lin Yebai, consumed by rage, ironically started to laugh: "You're mistaken, my father is already dead. When he wrote me that letter back then, he was already dead. You are now Ye Shen! Ye Ning's father, Ye Shen!"
"You—"
