It seems that for thirty years, he has never really known this son.

Yan Jia was more ruthless, indifferent, and inhumane than he imagined. He would not even spare a four-year-old child.

The reason why he didn't let Zhouzhou go is also very simple, just because Zhouzhou is Yan Feng's son!

How much does he hate his elder brother!

"Ha." Yan Jia smiled, with a bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his mouth, "Don't look at me like that, everything in the world is reincarnated, and karma will repay you."

"Yan Jia, your eldest brother has not wronged you. He has always been very kind and caring to you. He was not wrong. Now that he has passed away and has been buried in the ground, why are you still unwilling to let go of his son?

If you feel that I can't forgive you, you can come to me and don't retaliate against the child."

"What's the point of coming at you? You're almost buried in the ground."

"Then you can't do this to a child! It's too cruel!"

"Yan Songyuan, do you know how to be cruel?!" Yan Jia gritted his teeth, his expression fierce.

This old thing, he also knows that doing these things will be an indelible shadow for a child, but he hasn't done anything yet, and this old thing is so distressed.

What if Zhouzhou was his Yan Jia's son? Would he feel even the slightest bit distressed?!

Yan Jia was angry and there was a smell of blood in his throat. He knew that if he stayed any longer, he would have to go to the hospital again.

Perhaps because he heard the noise in the living room, Uncle Shi deliberately found an excuse to come in: "Second Young Master, the kitchen has made some snacks. Assistant Chen said that you haven't had dinner yet. Do you want some?"

"No need." Yan Jia stood up and glanced at everyone in the living room indifferently, "Go back to Jiangshan Garden, this place does not belong to me."

"Second Young Master, don't stay out of the house. This is your home."

"Home? Then who has ever considered me a family member?"

"Second Young Master." Uncle Shi didn't know how to respond for a while.

Yan Jia drank the tea in the cup, stood up, and walked out without looking back.

The rain is still falling outside, and the misery is lingering and endless.

Chen Kang didn't expect Yan Jia to come out so soon. He held up an umbrella and followed him out: "Mr. Yan!"

Yan Jia walked quickly, and he went down the steps. His tall and cold body stood in the rain, and his tall back looked half lonely and half lonely.

The rain fell all over him, from his hair to his shirt.

Raindrops fell on the man's three-dimensional and handsome facial features, and the rainwater slid down his chin, leaving no traces.

"Mr. Yan!" Chen Kang followed closely.

Yan Jia got into the car, and Chen Kang also closed his umbrella.

Chen Kang was very worried and handed him a towel: "Mr. Yan, the rain is quite heavy tonight, are you okay?"

"It's okay, go back to Jiangshan Garden."

"Um."

The driver quickly drove away.

In the old house, Yan Songyuan sat on the sofa, his eyes empty and confused, the light of the crystal lamp reflected in his dilated pupils, and the words Yan Jia said were still echoing in his ears.

Uncle Shi didn't know what the father and son said, but he was sure that they had another big quarrel.

The chairman is getting old, and his health has not been very good in the past few years. He has had problems with his heart, spleen, lungs, and stomach one after another. The second young master's condition does not seem to be satisfactory either.

However, what should a father and son who are closely related by blood not say to each other? Do they have to hate each other for the rest of their lives?

The eldest young master has passed away, and the second young master is the only son of the chairman.
Chapter completed!