"Dad, you keep talking about Cheng Yun, but what about Weiwei? Her birthday is the same as Cheng Yun's."
"I'm really curious, why is it the same day?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Cheng Shizhong turned pale.
The figure of a woman suddenly became clear in his mind, and the past came flooding back like a tide, vividly.
My heart can't help but ache.
"It's just a coincidence. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
"Dad, what have you been hiding from us for all these years?"
"Shut up!" Cheng Shizhong shouted angrily.
His face turned red all the way to his neck, and he was angry.
It's like this again. Cheng Ye has long been accustomed to it.
Is it okay if he doesn't ask?
At this time, the door of the villa opened.
Pan Xiaolian, who had been eavesdropping outside for a long time, walked in with an extremely gloomy face.
"I really didn't expect that you wouldn't be busy arranging a birthday party for Cheng Yun right after you kicked Weiwei out of the house."
"Cheng Shizhong, do you still have Weiwei as your daughter in your heart?"
Their eyes met.
Perhaps he was displeased because Pan Xiaolian called him by his name.
There was a hint of indifference in Cheng Shizhong's eyes when he looked at Pan Xiaolian.
"I'm celebrating my daughter's birthday. Do you have any objections?"
have.
Absolutely.
Every mother does it for her children.
"What about Weiwei? Weiwei is also your daughter. Are you really going to ignore Weiwei's life or death for Cheng Yun?"
"She's been kicked out of your house for how many days now. Have you ever called her once? Have you ever cared about her?"
He was shockingly indifferent.
His greed and vanity are frightening.
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