Once again, I fell into the memories of the past, and my moving expression began to appear with pain and sad regret.

"But An Ran, you actually left me. You didn't listen to my explanation at all and directly sentenced me to death!

You actually wanted to leave with our children, but you actually chose to commit suicide!

When I arrived at the hospital, I realized that you were pregnant at that time and it was really a girl.

But when the child dies, your heart will die with you.

Do you know, in the hospital, when you look at me with that look, you are clearly smiling, but like a soulless person, with such empty eyes, I see hatred.

You hate me, and at that time, I knew that I had lost you.

You even smiled and said to me, "You said, Chen, we have ended up together, we can never go back again. You want me to treat her well, you say she is your sister and your closest person."

Later, you were with him..."

Those turbid and old eyes, tears of regret and pain, dripped on the photo she was holding in her hand with a "bang", just as it dripped on the face of a beautiful woman who smiled faintly.

In a hurry, Ji Chentian's rough big hand was extremely nervous but cautiously wiping the tears, gentle fingertips, gently.

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Ji Zefeng looked at the man in front of him, where was the man with his memory, the man who actually watched his mother die indifferently, the man without feelings and heartlessness-

But it is a poor old man, an old man who regrets and suffers for the rest of his life after losing his beloved daughter.

Regaining his cold expression, Ji Zefeng pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and said straight in a tone without temperature:

"Ji Chentian, from now on, I will not hate you again."

As he said that, Ji Zefeng's cold and sharp figure turned around without any hesitation, stepped on his long legs and walked towards the door of the study.

Slowly, those turbid eyes raised up.

Ji Chentian looked at his son's back as he left resolutely. Just now, his son told him, wouldn't he hate him again?

Looking at Ji Chentian began to tremble with excitement.

The "da" footsteps that had sounded again stopped when they were about to reach the door of the study.

Ji Zefeng knew that the man must be looking at him.

Because Ji Zefeng had already felt it, and seemed to be very excited.

Ji Zefeng, who stopped, did not turn around, but still turned his back to the poor old man. In the dark, he saw the man's thin lips that had finally turned from white to red, slightly opened, but his voice became even colder:

"Because, at least you didn't completely ruin my life.

But you still don’t deserve to be my father, and you will never deserve it in your life!”

As he said that, the cold black dress completely left without any hesitation.

In the dim room, Ji Zefeng's last words kept echoing:

"I will never deserve it in this life!"

So cold.

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yes!

He is not worthy of being a father.

He indirectly killed his and An Ran's children, the daughter who was killed by him before he was born and looked at the world, and the daughter he didn't know until he left completely.

But his son, his only biological son, hated him to the core and regarded him as the murderer of his mother.

One wrong step, one wrong step.
Chapter completed!