"Hahaha! He originates from He of He Peiyuan, as to Feng-" He Peiyuan smiled, "Feng originates from Shanfeng’s Feng. I wish he could be straight as a mountain and be a real man, just like you."
He Feng?
He Feng!
Chu Han stepped on his cigarette; he rarely lighted another one since he seldom smoked. His voice was filled with passion, "I will help you reach Shi City to find your son!"
"Great!" He Peiyuan did not feel Chu Han’s emotional change and just pat his legs to say, "I will ask my boy to compete with you to judge who is better! Hahaha! My son is not a bast*rd!"
"Of course!" Chu Han’s tone was affirming, but what he really wanted to say was, "He Feng, your son, must not become a bast*rd!