There must be something to hate about poor people

"Sigh, Tan Zihao, I have tolerated you for a long time!" Du Fanmiao was not a person who did not have a temper. Moreover, men always cared a lot about their dignity when they were together.

Tan Zihao glanced at Du Fanmiao, obviously not intending to bother with him.

At this time, Guan Jingyi opened his mouth to speak.

"I say, Du Zi, Xiao Zhi has already given you a son, why aren't you satisfied?" Guan Jingyi had his hands behind his back, he turned his head, and his unfathomable expression showed that he was trying to probe Du Fanmiao.

"..." Fourth Brother, that child is not mine, her small belly is only my foster son. What happened to all of you, you can't possibly think that Xiao Zhi followed me before and had her child because of me right? " When Du Fanmiao heard everyone mention their stomachs, he immediately found a place to sit on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.