Wu Liangliang, turned out not to be his son, but Ren Ying's child with another man, and who else could that man be? Other than Su Haoran, who else could it be? No wonder Su Haoran was so dedicated in helping them, not strange that he would perform such a surgery for Wu Liangliang, fully aware that it was illegal, yet he still did it, did it with all his might.
At that time, he was still deeply grateful, not knowing how many times he had thanked Su Haoran, even planning to repay him for the rest of his life, but what was the result? He had become the butt of a huge joke.
It turned out to be nothing but deep father-son affection.
It was simply natural, rightful.
And what was he, a live turtle played in the palms of Su Haoran and Ren Ying, or a big green turtle?
In his whole life, Su Haoran would probably never forget the look in Wu Bin's eyes at that moment, so sinister, and as cold as that of a venomous snake coiling over his head, biting fiercely into his neck.