Song Fang was stunned and hurriedly pulled him, "What are you doing to beat your son!"

"I'll hit him?" Luo Ting's old face turned red with a breath of pleasure. He had to hold on to the wall before he could barely breathe. He patted his chest, "You ask, ask what good things your son has done!"

Song Fang had never seen Luo Ting get so angry, so she reached out and pulled Luo Xiao, "Xiao'er..."

"I'm not your son," Luo Xiao looked cold. He sideways away from Song Fang's hand, "It's not already."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Fu Qingshuang hurriedly followed behind. Luo Ting slacked off. At the entrance of the stairs, Luo Xiao stopped. He did not turn around, but his voice was firm, "I did nothing wrong."

"You..." Luo Tingsong rushed over and wanted to hit him again. Luo Xiao reached out and pushed him away, "Get out! You are not qualified to hit me!"

Luo Tingsong was pushed back by him, and his body hit the wall and made a bang. Song Fang rushed down to support him, and couldn't help but scold him, "Luo Xiao!"

"What are you doing? Did I say it wrong?" Luo Xiao sneered, and he bent down, and the viciousness in his eyes was covered with pain. "Are you qualified?" He held down with one hand and stood on Luo Ting's side, "If you say the three words "qualified today, I will jump from here immediately!"

Luo Tingsong and Song Fang looked at each other and hesitated for a while. The latter spoke first, "Xiao'er, your father has always..."

"Stop!" Luo Xiao suddenly swung his punch and smashed it down. The violent vibration made Luo Tingsong feel that the wall on his head was almost smashed through. Luo Xiao gritted his teeth tightly, and hatred burst out from Qingjun's face. Every breath he exhaled was throbbing, "I said that he is no longer my dad."

Song Fang's eyes suddenly turned red.

After saying that, he got up and rushed downstairs. Fu Qingshuang looked at the two elders. She bit her lower lip, but she still didn't say anything. She turned around and ran out with Luo Xiao.

Luo Tingsong looked at Song Fang. He looked at Luo Xiao's leaving back and shook his head, his face full of pain, "It's a sin, it's a sin..."

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Seeing that he was so distressed, Song Fang reached out to hug his shoulders, and tears fell down, "Old man, stop talking..."

Luo Tingsong looked at the sky outside the window, his chest was almost pressed so hard that he could not breathe.

Today seems to be a festive day. There are very traffic jams along the way. Mo Nanjue did not dare to put Tong Ran alone. He hugged her in his arms, hugged her with one hand and the steering wheel with the other. The man drove very fast, and he broke into every red light. Whenever the sports car passed another car, he would protect her head with his elbows to prevent her from hitting him.

"Mo Nanjue..." Tong Ran reached out and grabbed his collar, and her little hand was pressing, "Don't drive so fast..."

"Shut up!" The man had a cold face, hugged her hand and put it in a hard way, "I will peel you off when you're fine."

“…”

Tong Ran bent her mouth and smiled slightly, her head rubbed lightly in his chest, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

It was too far from Chen An's hospital. Mo Nanjue drove to the nearest hospital and stopped. He pushed open the car door and rushed down. Just after his figure entered the hospital, the black Porsche also drove over and almost hit the rear of the sports car in front.

Luo Xiao got out of the car, and Fu Qingshuang rushed up and grabbed his hand, "Xiao, you'd better not go in."
Chapter completed!