"Why should I still spend money on this child?"
Zorn was administering medicine spray to his daughter while raging, "I never wanted you to adopt a child!
You could have given birth yourself!
If not, I would have found a surrogate, and it would still be my seed!
But you? You just had to buy this child!
Ever since you brought him back, my life has been a complete mess, the house reeks of his piss and shit, and I have to spend money to raise him!
I barely touched him a few times, and the entire world is warning me, I'm getting detention and fines, and now I have to come to China because of him!
I've had enough!
Shan!!!
When will you finally send him to the orphanage?"
Zorn's angry shouts, word by word, reached George's ears.
In the past, when people saw the wounds on Little Xiahua's body, they would say that he probably wasn't his parent's biological child.