"Of course you're my biological child." Wu Min glanced at Lin Li.
"I don't believe it. I want a paternity test! I'm definitely a child you snatched from traffickers or an orphanage!" Lin Li was unwilling to believe.
Wu Min sighed and looked at Lin Li, "If you were adopted or bought from traffickers, why would I choose someone like you? Do I have something wrong with my head?"
Lin Li: "..."
Eh?
Not adopted?
Lin Li sat on the ground, trying to use everything he had learned to counter Wu Min's absurd claim.
Damn, I failed.
My mom's words really sting.
"Hmm, no test needed, I must be biological." Lin Li conceded, perhaps his cooking skills but lack of love for it came from Wu Min's genes.
Carrying his backpack, Lin Li headed towards his room, but Wu Min called out to stop him.
"Lin Li, your deliveries are all in the sunroom," Wu Min frowned slightly, "those backpacks, clothes, shields, and protective gear, what are you using them for?"
