The photo on the display disappeared, replaced by an audio clip.
"We have already found a child with a suitable birth date, Mr. Xu. When can you exchange their fates?"
The man's voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been damaged.
"You have to be sure. Once you start something like this, you can't go back on your word. Besides, your own son will have to be raised in the countryside until he turns eighteen."
Another voice spoke, then paused and sighed, "Where did you get this child? To put it bluntly, you're asking this child to ward off disaster for your son. Once you bring him home, you must treat him well."
The hoarse voice kept responding, "I brought this child back from the orphanage. He's only half a month older than my son. Don't worry, I will definitely treat him as my own son!"
The audio stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Jiang again.
The audio seemed to be very old and the sound was intermittent. One of the voices could be identified as Lin Jiang. Lin Jiang's vocal cords were injured, so it was easy to distinguish even after 20 years.
In other words, Lin Jiang brought Lin Du back from the orphanage to protect his own son from disaster, but in the past twenty years he has either beaten or scolded Lin Du, and now he wants to kick him away after he has used him up.
Not only did you kick it away, but you're also planning to turn the tables?
How can there be such a shameless person in this world?!
Lin Jiang pointed at Lin Du, "You...you hired someone to create this audio just to ruin my reputation?! You're such a traitor! You're an ungrateful person!"
He cursed loudly, but the worse his attitude became, the more people present sided with Lin Du.
If he really loved Lin Du and was a good father, why would he keep calling him an ungrateful person?!
How could he be named "Du"? Who was he referring to? The answer is obvious.
Some media came here originally hoping to watch the show, but they didn't expect to be able to peek into the privacy of the wealthy. As long as they quickly add fuel to the fire and write about this matter, it will definitely explode tomorrow!
No, even if I don’t exaggerate and write based on what I see and hear today, it will definitely be a big hit tomorrow!
After all, there are some weird things involved.
The media swarmed over, and Lin Du turned to look at Fu Hean with a mocking smile on his face.
Fu Hean clenched his fists tightly, this Lin Du!
Damn it!
Originally, Fu Hean would be the focus of everyone's attention today!
But because of Lin Du! Because of Lin Du! He became a clown, a sinner!
He is not willing to accept this! He is not willing to accept this!!!
Lin Du has lived a good life for twenty years. What's wrong with giving way to him?
Lin Du made him so embarrassed, he would never let Lin Du have an easy time!
Seeing Lin Du leave, he followed him angrily.
Lin Du deliberately slowed down his pace and waited for Fu Hean to catch up. The two walked for more than an hour until he followed Lin Du into a dead end.
Lin Du faced the dead end, looking down at something.
Fu He'an put one hand behind his back, and the cold light in his sleeves was faintly visible.
He lightened his footsteps, quickened his pace, and when he was close to Lin Du, he shouted, "Lin Du! Go to hell!"
Lin Du turned quickly, grabbed his wrist, and bent it gently. His movements were smooth and seamless.
In an instant, the only sound in the air was the man's screams and howls.
"You're a little slow."
The reason why Lin Du stopped at this dead end was because he had his leg broken by Fu He'an here in his previous life.
Fu Hean took a deep breath and spoke tremblingly: "You...you lured me here on purpose?"
Lin Du raised his eyebrows, his attitude was enough to explain everything.
Lin Du leaned over, took out the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and played with it casually between his fingertips.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's very rude to carry a sharp knife in your hand when meeting people?"
Fu Hean fell to the ground. For a moment, he seemed to see the dark shadows behind Lin Du.
So...what is that?
Su Manxi and Taoist Priest Xu both said that Lin Du had a ghost-attracting physique, so wouldn't the thing behind him be... wouldn't it be... a ghost?!
Fu Hean was scared and anxious. He wanted to leave here quickly, but he had no strength in his legs.
He slapped his knee weakly, but the place where he slapped seemed to attract Lin Du's knee.
A warm current flows down.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Is he going to feed him to those ghosts?!
No... No...
Lin Du pinched his nose in disgust, thinking that Fu He'an was as timid as a mouse.
Are you scared to death just by seeing a few dark shadows?
If they exchanged their fates...how scared would Fu He'an be?
Will he be scared to death?
Lin Du found that scene very funny.
"I won't hand you over to them, but I will take back everything you owe me and everything you took from me!"
After saying that, he inserted the dagger into Fu He'an's knee without any hesitation.
Fu Hean screamed in pain twice and then fainted.
"Tsk, that's useless."
Lin Du is actually quite gentle. Why do I say that?
Because he was dragging Fu He'an towards his car with one hand, dragging Fu He'an's uninjured leg.
He dragged the man into the car and drove straight home.
Just a few minutes after the car drove away, Su Shengtian walked out from behind a big tree. He looked at the gradually shrinking shadow thoughtfully and chuckled.
Lin Du brought Fu Hean back to the villa, where Zhang Defa was already waiting.
As soon as he opened the car door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Zhang Defa was shocked: "You didn't stab him before bringing him here, did you?"
Could this person have died from excessive blood loss? !
He shook his head violently, thinking that he knew Lin Du quite well and that he shouldn't be such a tactless person.
"I gave him a knife, but he couldn't die."
In his previous life, he survived for half a month with an injured and rotten leg.
Fu He'an is better than him in any way. At least if he is thrown back to the Lin family tomorrow, someone will take care of his life or death.
Lin Du poked the cotton doll and called out softly, "Chu Chu..."
No one responded.
"Chuchu?"
He shouted again.
Zhang Defa waved his hand again: "She watched the rain on the rooftop all night, and then she quarreled with you all day the next day. Now she must be sleeping like a pig. She has a weak soul, so it's normal for her to feel sleepy."
He said as he placed things on the ground, "I'll first exchange your two fates. The rest can be dealt with after she wakes up."
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