Leng Chuchen immediately glared at them and said, "Get out..."

He had barely uttered the word "get lost" when he heard Luo Zhiwan's voice coming from afar.

"Yiming..."

With tears still streaming down his face, Yiming heard his mother's voice, broke free from Leng Chuchen's embrace, and threw himself into her arms, beginning to sob uncontrollably.

This scene instantly ignited Luo Zhiwan's anger. She pointed a finger at Leng Chuchen and questioned him:

"What did you do to my son? In broad daylight, you bullied a child in the street? You are so despicable. All I did was extort a thousand taels of silver from you. You're such a big man, yet you have such a petty mind."

"I……"

Leng Chuchen was speechless for a moment, and seeing this, Li Ping quickly explained on his behalf.

“Our young master didn’t bully him; he even saved him just now.”

Hu Ke nodded as well.

"That's right, he was following behind us and almost got hit by the carriage. Our young master saved him, and now he wants our young master to be his father. How can you turn around and accuse him like this?"

These two people's words made Zhiwan feel instantly ashamed.

She looked down at Yiming and gently scolded him:

"Didn't your mother tell you not to call anyone else 'Dad' anymore? Why don't you listen?"

Yiming looked up at her with teary eyes.

“Mother, I just asked him. He’s not married and has no children. But he doesn’t want to marry you.”

As he said this, Yiming lowered his head sadly, while Leng Chuchen stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.

Zhiwan raised her hand and pressed it against the tip of his nose, then gave a wry smile.

"You brat, didn't your mother tell you that your father died a long time ago? Come on, let's go home."

As she spoke, she turned around while holding him, but Leng Chuchen raised his hand to stop her.

"etc……"