"Have you and Pei Yang never thought of having a second child?"
"Haven't thought about it."
"You don't want a son?"
"I have a son."
Qin Jinlian stood up to close the office door, walked over to the desk, and scolded her, "What do you mean you have? He's someone else's son; he has nothing to do with you and Pei Yang."
"Ziheng was raised by me, he is my son, and no one can take him away from me."
Qin Jinlian was so agitated she felt like taking a hammer and cracking open her head to see inside.
"Don't be so confused. Can a fostered child be the same as your own? Guoguo is a girl, bound to marry off someday. You and Pei Yang earned such a large fortune, do you really want to hand it to someone else for nothing?"
Shen Mingzhu slammed the desk with a "bang," and coldly said to Qin Jinlian, "Mom, I'm telling you one last time, Ziheng is my son, and he will be my only son in this life. If any of you bring up his origins again, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"