"It's not like this," He's father defended him: "Chuanyang, you are my only son, how could I not care about your life and death? But your grandfather is my biological father, and I can't watch him go to jail!"

"You can't watch him go to jail, but he wants to kill your son with his own hands! That's why I said you are sad!" He Chuanyang looked at him mockingly and said, "Look at your life, as a son, your biological father wants to kill your only son with his own hands, and let you send a black-haired man, and no one cares for you for your old age. As a husband, your wife's favorite is not you and your son, but her family..."

He Chuanyang sneered sarcastically, "Children are the crystallization of husband and wife's love. My mother loves you first so that she will love me. But look, I was in a car accident and almost lost my life. My mother was still having fun with my uncle's family abroad. She just made a call without any further information... Because she doesn't love you, she doesn't love me, and she doesn't care about my life or death!"

He’s father said: “Your mother is not what you said, she…”

"You know what she is like," He Chuanyang interrupted him, "I haven't finished speaking yet. As a brother, you do your best to your brother, which is better than your own biological son, but your brother wants your son's life just like your father!"

He's father knelt on the ground and saw He Chuanyang kneeling to him and begging him indifferently. He just sat indifferently behind the desk and counting his sadness. He was both sad and angry.

Why is his son so indifferent?

He is his biological father, and he kneels down to him, how could he remain indifferent?

He Chuanyang's words are not over yet.

He stared at He's father's eyes coldly and said, "So, how sad you are in your life? Your father doesn't love you, your wife doesn't love you, your brother doesn't love you, and I... I am your only son, I am the person who should love you the most, but I am the same as them, and I don't love you either!"

"You...what did you say?" He's father looked at He Chuanyang in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't this a natural thing?" He Chuanyang curled his lips, "You love your father and your brother more than your only son. Do you still hope that I will respect you as much as other people's sons love your father?"

He sneered: "How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? You think so beautifully!"

"Chuanyang...you are my son..." Apart from this sentence, He's father didn't know what else he could say.

But he felt that this sentence was enough to support everything.

He Chuanyang is his son, so he should listen to him and be filial to him. This is the ethical principle and the basic moral that everyone should follow, right?

"Oh, to be honest, I don't want to be your son. If I could choose by myself, I would definitely not be born in my mother's belly and be your two sons," he picked up the paper cutter on the desk and stood up, walked to He's father, grabbed a corner of his shirt, cut it with a paper cutter, and threw the cut corner of his shirt on He's father's face. "The ancients cut the robe and cut the corner of his shirt, and broke the father-son relationship with you! I owe you the kindness of raising you. When you get old, I will support you, but from today on, in my heart, I will no longer admit that you are my father! Because..."
Chapter completed!