Yan Rufeng's eyes trembled, but he still didn't say anything.

Yan Jiang suddenly strode towards Yan Rufeng, pretending to hit him.

Han Zhan suddenly stretched out his left hand, accurately and quickly grasping Yan Jiang's wrist. His voice was deep but full of oppression, and he whispered in Yan Jiang's ear: "Yan Jiang, there are reporters nearby, and there are children here. Don't be impulsive."

After being reminded by Han Zhan, Yan Jiang suddenly stopped.

He was breathing deeply, and his chest heaving violently with anger.

From a distance, Yan Jiang stared at Yan Rufeng intently and cursed, "Han is a pervert, and you're a pervert too! And I've been called 'the son of a damn pervert' for years!"

"Because of you, I was beaten and humiliated. I suffered from school bullying!"

"Because of you, I have no father to love me and no mother to care for me. I have become an orphan and can only rely on my grandma for survival!"

"Because of you, grandma couldn't stand the rumors and eventually hanged herself from the door frame of her room! And I couldn't sleep day and night, haunted by nightmares of grandma's tragic death for over a decade!"

The veins on Yan Jiang's neck were exposed. His face and eyes were red as he roared angrily at Yan Rufeng, "Yan Rufeng, shouldn't I hate you? Am I not the one in this world who has the most right to hate you?"

——Am I not the one who has the final say in hating you in this world?

Yan Rufeng's expression changed slightly.

He looked at his son, feeling pain, grievance and guilt.

"You can hate me." Yan Rufeng's attitude was cold and indifferent. He tilted his head to look at the neon lights of the street in the distance, and murmured, "You are innocent, you can hate me." But who should I hate?

Yan Jiang gave Yan Rufeng a disdainful smile and said, "Yan Rufeng, you abandoned your own child and went to raise someone else's. You are truly great."

Yan Rufeng said nothing.

Yan Jiang glanced at Han Qingshen, who was silent and had a bad expression on his face. He was jealous and crazy, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Boss Han, you are so lucky."

Han Qing frowned deeply, "Yan Jiang..."

Yan Jiang took Song Fei's hand and said, "A Fei, let's go." Song Fei held Yan Jiang's hand in return, called Song Ci, and left together.

After Yan Jiang and the others walked away, Yan Rufeng's straight back suddenly bent.

Han Qingshen carried Bei Xiaobao and walked to Yan Rufeng. She looked at Yan Rufeng's lonely and confused face and said softly, "Uncle Yan, don't be angry. That child doesn't know the truth. He's right to hate you."

Yan Jiang's words tonight were truly vicious, and every word was meant to pierce Yan Rufeng's heart. But Yan Jiang was not wrong. After all, he was the most pitiful victim.

Yan Rufeng slowly straightened up and turned to look at Yan Jiang, who had already walked to the car. His eyes were filled with a mist. Yan Rufeng said guiltily, "I didn't know his grandmother's death had cast such a deep shadow on him."

Yan Jiang had been haunted by nightmares day and night and dared not fall asleep. He had lived in such torment and pain for more than ten years. Yan Rufeng did not dare to think too deeply about how cruel it was.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for Yan Jiang and a little regretful.

"I owe this kid so much." Yan Rufeng had been keeping an eye on Yan Jiang's life over the years and knew that he had become a very popular actor. He also knew that he had retired from the entertainment industry and became a forensic pathologist.

Yan Jiang lives a carefree and unrestrained life, doing his own thing, and has a completely different personality from Yan Rufeng when he was young.

Although he is his own child, Yan Jiang's personality is very similar to Han Chenyi.