There was no need to wait for the thing in Song Lingchen's body to react, his heart had already been razed to the ground by such news.
In his mind, like a movie rewinding, scenes of him and Song Lingchen getting along kept appearing.
From the first time he walked out of the delivery room and took the wrinkled little guy from the nurse's hands, their fate as father and son was destined in this life.
I remember when I first met him, he frowned and didn't like him at all. He was really ugly at that time.
He grew up slowly, his face became more and more handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes looked more and more like himself.
Slowly, the little one will laugh, walk, and talk, and then even speak with the same expressions as himself.
Later, he would wait for him to come home from get off work to play football with him, and he would also call him to complain.
Song Lingchen's facial features were very similar to his, and kept swaying in front of his eyes.
The shaking was almost unbearable for him.
He subconsciously held onto the corridor behind Roman Lie and stood firm.
"Brother, are you listening?" Xu Su asked with concern without waiting for any response.
Song Ling was speechless. When Song Lingchen ran over, he decisively hung up the phone.
Song Lingchen held the ball in his hand and tilted his head: "Hey, Dad, it's time to play football."
This childish voice made Song Ling's heart nervous. It sounded like firecrackers exploding in his heart. How cute his son was!
His son was only three years old, and yet he had that damn chip in his body?
He is still so young, how can he bear all this?
Thinking of that terrible thing, he felt an inexplicable chill around him.
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