Qiao Shukuang leaned casually on the edge of Lu Yan's desk.
There was a half-evil smile on his cynical face, he tilted his head slightly, twisted his upper body, and looked down at Lu Yan.
He looked as lazy as if he had no bones, but there was an unnoticeable intelligence hidden in his eyes.
Lu Yan, who was sitting behind his desk, didn't buy it at all.
He raised his head and glanced at his best friend, then lowered his head and opened the black document bag in his hand.
His handsome and flawless face was calm and calm. His handsome and elegant brows concealed a domineering and arrogant look that could not be looked at, but it could not hide the stability and composure of a mature man.
"My son."
Three understated words, accompanied by a mellow voice, cut through the tranquility of the moment.
But it seemed that because the words were too short, his lips seemed to have moved but not at all.
It was as if the words just now were not what he said.
But those three words were too clear, and the two people heard them clearly again.
Especially Qiao Shukuang, who was closest to him.
My...son?
Whose son!
The cynical evil smile suddenly froze on his face. Qiao Shu lowered his body and stared at Lu Yan for half a minute.
Then, in this subtle and somewhat eerie silence, he slammed the table.
"What did you just say? Whose son!"
Ji Yueze, who was relatively calm on weekdays, unconsciously pricked up his ears at this moment, staring at the desk owner who was still looking at the documents expressionlessly, waiting to arouse his curiosity.
Heart's answer.
"My son."
Lu Yan answered word for word.
It sounds calm, but when it falls into the ears, every word is sonorous.
His... son?!
Qiao Shukuang opened his mouth slightly, turned around suddenly, put his hands on the table, and stared in surprise at the dark document bag in Lu Yan's hand.
His pupils trembled slightly.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed down on the document bag, and his eyes met with Lu Yan's who just raised his head.
"Say that again? Lu Yan, how did you...have a son? This is such a bad excuse!"
"Not one, but two."
After squinting at his best friend, Lu Yan calmly picked up the water glass at hand.
Before it reached his mouth, Qiao Shukuang snatched it away and poured it into his mouth to calm himself down.
But his mind was full of confusion, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
But before he could figure it out, Ji Yueze, who was sitting on the guest sofa, reached out and patted the armrest of the sofa and suddenly spoke.
"Is it between you and Bo Jinghan? Has the identification been done..."
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At the same time.
In the office of the president of Shang Enterprise, there was suddenly a burst of popping noise.
Inside the closed office door, there was a mess.
There was nothing on the huge desk.
But as long as you glance around the table, you can clearly see the sculptures, documents, photo frames, laptops that should have been on the table...
At this moment, everything is spread out in a mess on the ground.
Either intact, or broken, or...
"Trash! I...how could I give birth to a useless son like you!"
"Look, look at these reports!"
"Do you know what kind of character you are now? You usually just cause trouble and spend money playing with women. Now you have gone even harder and created such a shameful scandal for me! You are simply - simply stupid and stupid.
Can be saved!"
Bang——
The furious Shang's father turned over Shang Haotian's desk.
