Chapter 417

　　A cup of black tea fell to the ground with a bang and broke into pieces. The tea was left as if it had been left behind. It looked so unexplainable!

　　Han Zhizhong sat in front of the TV incredulously and watched his son leave a sentence, as if it had nothing to do with him. But he threw a terrible bomb. His facial expression was tight and his eyes were moving rapidly. He thought of the pink little face of the little girl he only met once, her sharp eyes and forceful words. She actually came from his son. She was his granddaughter, but she had a good relationship with the family of Ferris. He suddenly felt dizzy...