Xu Zeqing couldn't find a reason to defend himself this time.
"Hmm, you're just a restless scoundrel."
Xu Qingnian said sharply, "You've had enough of the rich food, now you want to try some simple greens and porridge. You find the greens and porridge bland and tasteless, and then go back to your rich food. When the meat gets old and stale, you can't help but look for fresher meat."
"Simply put, you're trash, you're bad. You deserve this outcome! If you weren't my flesh and blood, I'd write you into a book, cursing you so you'd never recover even in your next life."
Being insulted so sharply by his father, Xu Zeqing's self-esteem was somewhat hurt.
He retorted to Xu Qingnian, "No matter how much you curse me, you still gladly accepted the existence of my illegitimate child? Dad, I'm crooked, how upright are you?"
This time, Xu Qingnian frowned silently.
