"Father, aren't we your children?" An Zhenyu was still dissatisfied, with tears of grievance in his eyes.
The hatred for An Zimo in his heart almost reached the point of gnashing his teeth. If he could, he would really like to make that bastard disappear from this world immediately.
An Weifeng's face immediately darkened and he stared at him with great anger.
"If you think you are not my son, An Weifeng, you can leave immediately. I will never keep you."
Song Huiru's face instantly turned pale, "Zhenyu, why don't you admit your mistake like your father right away?"
An Zhenyu looked at An Weifeng and sneered mockingly, "I am your and your mother's biological son, but I am not as good as the bastard you brought back from outside?"
Having just turned fourteen this year, he is in the rebellious stage of youth, with a "don't mess with me" message all over his body.
Everyone gasped!
Anyone who knows An Weifeng's temper will know the consequences of such remarks in front of him.
"Snapped!"
Before An Zhenyu could finish speaking, Song Huiru slapped him hard.
"You unfilial son, go back to your room immediately and reflect on yourself."
"Mom? Why did you hit me?" An Zhenyu choked, his eyes were red, and he was extremely patient.
Song Huiru had tears in her eyes, her body was shaking violently, and she said word for word, "I beat you to make you remember clearly that you can't talk like this in front of your father and Zimo in the future."
An Zhenyu fiercely shook off An Xiangdong's restraining hands and stepped back with great doubts in his eyes.
"I don't understand! I don't understand who is your son in your heart." An Zhenyu roared hysterically.
Then he turned around and stumbled out.
An Xiangdong wanted to pursue him, but An Weifeng reached out to stop him.
"Don't go after this disobedient man. He will come back when he realizes that he was wrong. I warn you that none of you can help him during this period."
A sharp sweep towards everyone in the An family, with a warning tone!
"Zimo, accompany me to the study."
Watching An Weifeng turn around and leave, An Zimo didn't take a second look at the people who were standing there, and followed An Weifeng out.
When he turned around, his young face showed an instant of pure hatred.
In the study room.
An Weifeng sat at a large desk and looked at his son who was less than eight years old standing in front of him.
He had been staring at An Zimo's face in silence, as if looking at another person through this face.
"Did father come to me with something to say?"
Hearing An Zimo's voice, the wandering An Weifeng suddenly came back to his senses!
"Oh! It's okay. Don't take what your second brother said just now too seriously. He has an impatient and straightforward personality and sometimes speaks without thinking."
"Zimo didn't mean to blame him." An Zimo replied coldly.
An Weifeng smiled meaningfully, "Zimo, although you are very young, I have the highest expectations for you."
His son will definitely not be a creature in the pool when he grows up. It seems now that he has an extremely deep and sophisticated personality at a young age.
If I hadn't watched him grow up every day, it would be difficult for me to think that he was a little boy who was less than eight years old?
His youngest son is a rare genius, and he has high hopes for him. In order to make up for the mistakes he made back then!
An Zimo's face was still expressionless, and there was no trace of joy at being praised on his delicate little face.
Seeing him like this, An Weifeng felt very sorry for his premature maturity. If those things hadn't happened back then, maybe Zimo would be as lively and cheerful as other children.
An Weifeng secretly vowed to do everything possible to make him feel the happy childhood that his peers should have.
"By the way, the classmate you met today, I heard that her father is Nangong Yue from Huasheng?"
"Yes, President Nangong asked Zimo to take him to say hello to you."
Heard? I'm afraid Butler An has already turned on An Weifeng before he comes back.
An Weifeng nodded, "What's the name of your classmate?"
"Xiang Haiqing." When he said these three words, An Zimo's face finally changed.
Thinking of that damn stinky girl made my heart feel angry.
Recalling that she shouted her kindergarten nickname every day, An Zimo wanted to seal her mouth. Thinking of this, a trace of blush appeared on his fair face.
He actually kissed this stinky girl, could it be————
That day, he heard Xiaoyue and Xiang Haiqing say that if a boy kisses a girl, he will get pregnant? Thinking of this, he felt awkward in his heart.
An Weifeng looked at An Zimo with his eyes lowered, his eyes sparkling, and an exquisite idea appeared in his mind!