A kind of anger from being deceived, toyed with, and ridiculed by countless people.
"So what if I had a child with Yan Yinuo?" Xu Zijin's words casually interrupted Xu Canyang.
Compared to Xu Canyang's expression, which seemed like he'd eaten explosives, Xu Zijin was rather calm at the moment.
"Do you still have the audacity to bring it up? What kind of relationship did you have with her? Having a child like this, how do you expect the world to see it?"
"What kind of relationship? A relationship between a man and a woman—what's so shameful about that? What's wrong with having a child like this? This is your biological grandson; can't you accept that?" Xu Zijin curled his lips, retorting indifferently.
"Let me tell you, Xu Zijin, don't obscure the main issue. Even if you're not blood-related, you are still technically the uncle and niece. I don't care whether or not you regard those words 'technically' in your eyes; there's no way there's a future for you and Yan Yinuo."
