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"father!"

Zhuo Ziyue's voice broke the silence at this time.

Only then did Sang Zhi come back to his senses, realized what he was doing, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Xie Fengyi followed the sound, and when he caught a glimpse of that familiar figure, his body froze slightly. He stared blankly at Zhuo Ziyue and ran towards Zhuo Yijing, hugging his legs.

Xie Fengyi frowned and opened his mouth slightly.

It wasn't until Zhuo Yijing walked up to him holding Zhuo Ziyue and saw the similar faces of the father and son in front of him that Xie Fengyi knew why he felt familiar when he saw Zhuo Ziyue.

Zhuo Ziyue is clearly the replica of Zhuo Yijing when he was a child!

"Dad, you are finally here!"

"Third brother, how long have I been calling you? You came here so quickly... No, you, you, you... this... he, he, he... Oh my god! Damn it!"

Xie Fengyi pointed at Zhuo Ziyue in his arms and twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.

"Third brother, what did this little brat call you? Dad? You...why do you have such a big son? Damn it!"

Xie Fengyi couldn't help but curse and looked at the two people, one large and one small, in shock.

"We have known each other for such a long time. Where did your son come from? You have only been abroad for a few years... The child is so old and you didn't tell us? They don't even know you have a son, right." Xie Fengyi kept yelling, only I feel incredible.

"I'm telling you! I just saw this little kid who looks so familiar. I always feel like I've seen him before somewhere. This little kid looks exactly like you when you were a kid! Is he really your biological son?"

Sang Zhi looked at Xie Fengyi, his eyebrows moving slightly.

Xie Fengyi...don't you know Zhuo Yijing has a son?

Zhuo Yijing glanced at him with a calm expression, his eyes were cold and reserved, and he said lightly.

"Yes. My own."

"Then you've hidden it quite deeply. You haven't let us know about it for so many years. You're so old... It seems like it's private..."

Sensing Zhuo Yijing's sudden cold and gloomy look, Xie Fengyi quickly shut up. He glanced at Zhuo Ziyue again and couldn't help but be speechless.

Zhuo Ziyue snorted coldly, turned around and touched Zhuo Yijing's face, "Dad, who is this person?"

"You love your sister's fiancé. Call her brother-in-law."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at him, and then his eyes fell on Sang Zhi. His deep pupils were faintly glowing with cold light, his brows were slightly frowned, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Oh." Zhuo Ziyue nodded as if he understood, and responded obediently, "Hello, brother-in-law."

"..."

Xie Fengyi's mouth twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Sang Zhi could tell that Zhuo Yijin deliberately emphasized the words "fiancé" and "future brother-in-law", which made her feel a little embarrassed.

Zhuo Yijing clearly did this on purpose.

She gritted her teeth and looked away from him.

Zhuo Yijing put Zhuo Ziyue down and motioned for him to accompany Sang Zhi. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Xie Fengyi.

Xie Fengyi glanced at him and followed him to the end of the corridor.

Zhuo Yijing stopped, looked down at his wheelchair, stretched out her legs to push the legs of his trousers, her eyes were deep, "So serious?"

"It's not that serious. It's okay. My aunt just called me and told me something happened. I knew Zhizhi would come too, so I specially got a wheelchair to make her feel guilty. But it's not a loss."

Xie Fengyi looked at him with a smile.

"Aunt?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered, her thin lips pursed tightly, her deep and narrow phoenix eyes swept over him, and there was a vague sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"You're afraid that your mother won't push her to death."

Zhuo Yijing narrowed his eyes, tugged his lips, and looked at him with a cold expression. He glanced at Sang Zhi not far away, who had his head lowered and his eyes red, and said nothing.

"So I came to find you."

Xie Fengyi spread his hands.

"Xinrong's mother, you are my cousin-in-law, my future mother-in-law! I remember that one of her relatives is a surgeon and a top leader, who studies legs.

Uncle Sangzhi is out of danger, but the doctor said amputation is necessary.Her aunt didn't want an amputation.You don't know that her uncle is also a person who wants to save face and suffer... it would be better to let him die than to have his leg amputated. "

Xie Fengyi frowned and spoke helplessly. He glanced at Zhuo Yijing and continued.

"Go and find your cousin-in-law. Let her lead the way and find a way to save his life without amputation." Xie Fengyi coughed twice.

"You said she is your future mother-in-law, why don't you go?" Zhuo Yijing sneered and looked at him condescendingly.

"What should I say? Ask her to help the future son-in-law's girlfriend? Maybe, my own legs will really become useless."

Xie Fengyi looked at him with cold eyes.

"Then what do you want me to say? Help your ex-girlfriend's uncle?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at him leisurely.

"Just say that Zhizhi is your friend and your friend's relative. As long as you give the order, they will definitely help. Zhuo Laosan, please help your brother just once."

Xie Fengyi looked at him with a smile, looking pleading.

"We have been friends for many years, please help me."

Zhuo Yi stared at him with deep eyebrows.

"I can help you too."

Zhuo Yijing spoke slowly.

Xie Fengyi's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to speak, he knew that Zhuo Yijing continued.

"I want you to promise me one thing."

"Don't mention one thing, I have no problem with ten or a hundred." Xie Fengyi said with a smile.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at him, her eyes darkened, "Xinrong called and said that you always avoid seeing me."

Xie Fengyi pursed her lips, her face looked a little ugly, and she snorted, a look of ridicule flashed in her eyes, "Does it matter if you see or not? Didn't she find someone to monitor me? Can she see me every day?"

Zhuo Yi's eyes were half-squinted, and his expression became colder, "You want me to help you."

He paused and continued.

"Don't come see your ex-girlfriend recently, stay with Xinrong and coax her. She knows Sang Zhi, don't let her make trouble known to everyone and alarm your mother. Otherwise... even the gods can't help you. "

Zhuo Yijin spoke without changing his expression.

"I understand. I promise you, I won't come to see Sang Zhi recently. Just let her calm down."

"Today's trip was not in vain. I unexpectedly learned that you have a son, and I also know that Sang Zhi has me in his heart."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and a dark and indifferent emotion flashed in his eyes.

"I'm not talking about you. Your son is so old and he didn't let us know."

Xie Fengyi looked at him with raised eyebrows and touched the cigarette case from his pocket.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

He handed Zhuo Yijing a cigarette.

"What's the matter?"

Zhuo Yijing didn't reach out to pick it up. He looked out the window with a lazy expression.

"who?"

"mine."

Zhuo Yijin said casually.

"Who the hell did I say the kid was?"

Xie Fengyi rolled her eyes at him, spoke helplessly, and put the cigarette back.

Zhuo Yijing remained silent, his deep pupils glowing with cold light.

"Why don't you speak?" Xie Fengyi frowned and continued to ask.

"Don't tell me, it's her..."

Xie Fengyi's voice trembled a little. He looked at Zhuo Yijing, his eyebrows tightened, but he couldn't pronounce the name after all.

Hearing Xie Fengyi suddenly mention that person, Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly. He frowned and remained silent without speaking.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xie Fengyi thought he acquiesced.

"Really hers? Didn't she run away at that time? Could it be that she... ran away with the ball? Or did you have another affair abroad?"

Xie Fengyi subconsciously tightened his palms and his voice trembled.

"No."

Xie Fengyi didn't know which question his "no" meant in the negative.

"Don't ask about things that shouldn't worry you."

Zhuo Yi stared at him longingly, with a cold expression, not even bothering to raise his eyelids, and the mood in his eyes was dark.