"Bai Na, what do you want to do? You want to hit me? I tell you, this is my son; I can do whatever I want with him. Give me my son." Weng Jiefang naturally knew that the child meant everything to Bai Na.
Bai Na sneered, spat on Weng Jiefang's face, and he wiped it with his dirty, greasy sleeve. "You still have the face to say this is your son? From the moment he was born, you wanted to throw him up the mountain to feed the wolves, let him fend for himself. When he was sick, why didn't you say he was your son and pay for his treatment? When he was hungry and crying, why didn't you say he was your son and buy him milk powder?
Now you acknowledge the child? You're dreaming. I'm telling you, go ahead and sue. I don't believe it; the Women's Federation Government is all about protecting those scumbags. I've inquired, and we don't have a marriage certificate, and in front of the entire village, we're no longer associated.
