His tone was firm, without a hint of reluctance or pretense. He was resolute in believing that he was the child's father, and it came from the bottom of his heart.
Hao Zaiye's facial muscles twitched slightly as he forced a smile, saying, "Heh, Asen, do you really enjoy playing father? That child is not of the Hao Family's blood..."
"What are you talking about?" Hao Yansen suddenly stared at him sharply, his eyes gleaming coldly like the gaze of death in the darkness.
At the moment their eyes met, Hao Zaiye suddenly froze, as if all the blood in his body had turned to ice, engulfed by an unspeakable fear that rendered him speechless.
"Asen, my father means well. After all, a marriage between you and Miss Luo is impossible!" Hao Jun'an hurried forward to mediate.
