"Why should I care about you? You, the executioner who killed my son?" Jia Shanliang took a deep breath, giving Fan Er a hostile look.
When all the hopes are gone, they can only be enemies.
If someone has to hurt, then everyone should hurt together. Why should only she suffer?
A trace of guilt appeared on Fan Er's face. After all, it was his child, and to say he felt nothing would be a lie.
But it quickly disappeared, thinking of how Jia Shanliang wanted to use the child to tie him down made Fan Er feel disgusted.
"It's better this way. Having you as a mother would be unlucky for the child."
Is having him as a father such a great thing? Jia Shanliang gave a mocking smile, not wanting to argue with Fan Er anymore: "Xiao Rou, I'll come to see you later."
"Since when did you two get along so well?" Fan Er's eyes suspiciously shifted between the two of them.
Fan Rou didn't want to pay attention to him, but no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't just ignore him.
