His sight...why did it seem to have dropped so much? Was it just an illusion?
Fang Cheng subconsciously looked down at himself. When he saw his hands, which were much smaller than before, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. A loud thunderclap exploded in his head.
What…what's going on? Has he…returned to his childhood?
No wonder... No wonder he feels so familiar with this villa. Isn't this the nightmare home of his childhood?
After realizing his current situation, his heart sank as if a huge stone was tied to it, and his body kept shaking, and he looked very excited.
But only Fang Cheng himself knew that he was not excited, but felt fear from deep within his heart!
This fear did not last long. Soon, an uncontrollable anger surged up, suppressing all other emotions in his heart.
He tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest and forced himself to remain rational and sober, but all his efforts were wasted when he saw the family photo on the table next to him.
He rushed forward quickly and stretched out his hand to grab the family portrait that he hated, but this action, which was usually so easy, became extremely difficult because of his current short height.
In the end, he could only stand on tiptoe slightly to finally achieve his goal.
After Fang Cheng got the family photo, he looked at the fake smiles of the three people in it, and his hands holding the photo frame couldn't help but tremble.
"How hypocritical and disgusting!" he sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his arms high and threw the family photo to the ground with all his strength, making a loud "bang".
Then he raised his foot and stomped on it hard, muttering: "Bitch, bitch, all bitches!"
"If you don't love each other at all, why did you get married? If you don't like me at all, why did you give birth to me? Why don't you take responsibility for yourself? Why do you put all the blame on me?"
Why? Why bring him back to this time? Why treat him so cruelly? Why can't he just die?
The photo frame was soon crushed to pieces by him, but he did not stop. Instead, he stepped on it even harder to vent his anger, pain and dissatisfaction.
He was so immersed in his own emotions that he didn't even hear the sound of the combination lock on the door.
The door opened as the combination lock said "Welcome home".
A man wearing a well-fitting suit, with an elegant appearance and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked in. Next to him stood a woman with heavy makeup and a hot body.
When the man saw this scene, a look of surprise flashed across his face. Then he frowned deeply and shouted angrily, "Fang Cheng, what are you doing?"
When Fang Cheng heard this familiar yet unfamiliar voice, his body couldn't help but jump.
It was this long-lost voice, and another voice that had not yet appeared, that brought him a nightmarish childhood, and he still couldn't help feeling fear to this day.
"Honey, is this your son?" There was a hint of malice in the woman's eyes, but she still pretended to be innocent when she asked.
"Yeah." The man responded very coldly.
When he heard the word "son", he did not behave like a normal father who would introduce him to someone around him. Instead, his face was full of disgust and contempt.
Fang Cheng's performance wasn't much better. He stood there blankly with his back to the two people at the door, and couldn't help but curl up a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his lips.
son?
It was truly ridiculous. When had this despicable man ever considered him his son? Where in the world could there be a father who would torture his own child so cruelly? A father...was he worthy of this?
He now wished he could tear the ugly face of this so-called "father" to pieces right there and then. It was really disgusting to look at it for even one more second!
Of course… he had done that before, he would never forget his good “father”, lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, wanting to speak but unable to, and could only watch the helpless and terrified look on his face as he unplugged the life-saving ventilator.
He still remembers that wonderful scene and the pleasure of revenge clearly to this day.
When the woman saw the badly damaged family portrait on the ground and combined it with Fang's father's dissatisfied expression, she immediately understood that the relationship between the two was not good at all.
He immediately came up with a plan and deliberately started to provoke, "Oh, so this is really your son? But your son...why doesn't he look like you?"
"I originally thought your biological child would be as gentlemanly and polite as you, but I didn't expect him to not even greet us. He's really nothing like you!"
She suddenly changed the subject and said, "That's right... He has half of that woman's blood in him, so it's normal for him to resemble her in some ways."
The woman's method of provoking was skillful and cunning, and she was simply stabbing people in the heart. Father Fang's eyes immediately turned red and his anger burst out uncontrollably.
He shouted angrily, "Fang Cheng, I asked you what you were doing, why didn't you answer? Are you deaf?"
"You didn't even say hello when you saw my father and his friends. You don't even have the most basic manners. How are you going to be the leader of the Fang family in the future?"
This familiar yet terrifying scene made Fang Cheng feel so depressed that he almost couldn't breathe. The fear that had been buried in his heart was finally awakened at this moment, and this feeling made him tremble uncontrollably.
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