"Since you've already abandoned Xiao Lin and Xiao Chen, why not just write a letter of severance? You should know that they have a share of the pension. If you sever ties, you won't need to worry about them coming back to find you." Fu Xiaoxiao glanced at Lu Feng and then turned to Song Hong.
"Yes, yes, yes, write a letter of severance. Later, you must give me a big, chubby boy. As for these two sons, give them away, we'll have our own." Zhang Dajun eagerly hoped Song Hong would sever ties; otherwise, what if these two boys came back for money?
Their father's pension couldn't be divided among these two brats.
"Listen to Dajun." Song Hong blushed, happily responding.
She showed no attachment to Lu Lin and Lu Chen, her eyes set solely on Zhang Dajun, fantasizing about her future good days with him.
"Then let's find the village chief." Zhang Dajun said impatiently.
