Kang Chen picked up his tea, took a sip, let out a satisfied sigh, and said, "Listen, kid, don't think about how to deal with your dad. Don't forget, your mom sleeps in the same room with me at night. If you really deal with me, tomorrow morning, I'll naturally make sure your mom doesn't make you any lunchboxes. If you don't want to have no lunch tomorrow, you better give up your plot."
Xizeer...
Over, he felt that his high intelligence was useless now. Is there something wrong with his brain?
Because of Kang Chen's shameless method, it's completely a question without a solution.
Xizeer sat down to eat, gritting his teeth, "You're just relying on the fact that mom is your wife, otherwise see how I'd deal with you."
Kang Chen laughed heartily, "Yes, there's nothing you can do about it. This lifetime, you can't get past it. Who told you that I'm your dad?"
Xizeer bit into the beef, gnawing on it as if it were Kang Chen.
