"I'm twenty-eight, and you are not even fifty yet."
Ji Chicheng went upstairs, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Charles.
His tone and gaze were clearly contemptuous.
But Charles wasn't bothered, nodding as if it were an honor, "Yes, I was with your mom very early, she was only seventeen then."
Seventeen... still a minor.
Truly worse than a beast.
Ji Chicheng cursed Charles in his heart, turned away coldly, and ignored him.
He thought, perhaps he really was his son, must be his son.
...
"This is the first time your efficiency is this poor. It's been months, even if they've had plastic surgery, you should have found them by now."
Receiving a call early in the morning with no good news, Charles was enraged.
The person on the other end of the phone explained timidly, "The K country is currently in a state of war, refugees are everywhere."
