She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I want to return to China to develop, and I met a good helper like He Yun."

"President He may not know that when I met He Yun, he was only breathing his last breath."

Qi Ling downplayed the scene of himself rescuing He Yun.

President He's expression froze, and when he looked at his son again, his heart felt like it was pricked by a needle.

After all, he is his biological son, even if he doesn't like him, he can't just watch him die.

"How is that possible? Isn't he studying hard in school?"

He asked someone to send the child abroad, not to a war-torn country, so how is it related to death?

"He was robbed on his way home from work and was penniless. The robber beat him to vent his anger. He was stabbed seven times and was on the verge of death."

He Changfeng couldn't believe it. It's not like the children of the He family had never suffered setbacks, but none of them had almost lost their lives like He Yun.

"Why does he have to work? Don't I have someone deposit money on his card every year?"

"Who knows? Later, the police were called and the group claimed that they heard someone passing by and went to rob him. The robbers were all teenagers. They were high on drugs and didn't care about the severity of their attacks. They didn't care even if they beat someone to death."

Qi Ling looked at He Changfeng deeply.

He Changfeng realized it later, which means that He Yun being robbed was not an accident?

"As for He Yun's living expenses, he investigated. He had some money at first, but it was stolen a long time ago. Later he made money by washing dishes and moving goods in a small supermarket. After one semester, he was framed for stealing valuables from a classmate. The other party had a background, so he was expelled."

"After being fired, He Yun could barely make a living. He was often in trouble and could only work to make ends meet."

Every word Qi Ling said was like a sledgehammer hitting He Changfeng.

Who did this?

He Changfeng was filled with rage, wondering who was deliberately targeting He Yun.

In fact, he should have guessed it without asking.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Wilson."

He Changfeng's expression remained unchanged.

"What are you going to do?" Qi Ling was a little curious.

It is said that the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, but if this illegitimate child is not the one he loves, then who will he favor?

This question really stumped He Changfeng.

He asked in return: "Mr. Wilson, what would you do if it were me?"

It would be difficult for anyone to make the decision.

On one side, we are connected by blood, and on the other side, we are also relatives.

His balance was tilted from the beginning.

No wonder He Yun chose to seek justice for himself instead of asking his father for help.

"I'm not President He."

Qi Ling sneered. He would never let such a thing happen.

What’s the use of love between young people?

He Changfeng had no intention of getting an answer from Qi Ling.

However, it was true that he wanted to compensate the child.

Therefore, when He Yun asked someone to cut the stone, he recommended the best stone-cutting master.

He also knew that He Yun disliked him, so He Changfeng found an excuse to avoid him.

Manshu caught a glimpse of this scene and felt that Chairman He and that Mr. He looked a little similar in facial shape.

Are these two people related in any way?

Manshu went to ask Yan Zhan.

Yan Zhan had already ordered people to investigate Qi Ling, so how could he miss this opportunity to observe the enemy's situation?

"He Yun?"

Yan Zhan recalled a piece of news he had received by accident that President He had made a mistake in his middle age and had an illegitimate child.

Could it be that He Yun is the illegitimate son of the He family?