Song Tingfan pressed his lips together and followed silently out.
Lin Qiao glanced over, letting out a mental "tsk tsk," indeed, a biological connection does weigh more in one's heart.
However, if he didn't care about the child, there truly wouldn't be any hope.
She entered the kitchen to cook. After starting the pot, she fetched water to wash the clothes that had fallen on the ground earlier.
These were Xu Dagui's clothes.
Halfway through washing, the father and son returned. Upon seeing the clothes in her hands, Song Tingfan's face immediately darkened, and he strode forward, grabbed the clothes, and threw them at the doorway.
Lin Qiao was taken aback for a moment: "..."
Lin Ling ran out to pick them up, fuming, "Why did you throw away Mr. Xu's clothes? Mr. Xu only has two sets to wear."
"Mom and Mr. Xu work very hard to earn money, getting up early and staying out late to sell things at the dock."
"He won't come back." Song Tingfan said in a deep voice.
