"Oh?" Excitement flickered in Yen Wenqing's eyes, "So, you still acknowledge me as your father?"
A pained expression briefly crossed Duan Yanbing's eyes.
He closed his eyes, "Although I don't want to acknowledge you, I promised my mom that I would take care of you in your old age, but please behave yourself and don't touch the people I care about. Otherwise, I'd rather break my promise to my mom than forgive you..."
"Ruanruan..." Yen Wenqing murmured Duan Yanbing's mother's name and tilted his head back, draining the cup of tea in one gulp.
It was just tea, but as it slid down his throat, it burned like liquor.
"Don't mess with them! Don't even think about it! Stay away from them!" He left three cold warnings and departed without looking back.
