Jiangcheng, Shen Corporation.
Shen Zhaonan sat in front of his work desk, looking at the two little faces on the computer screen, his expression growing increasingly tense.
He picked up the landline and dialed his assistant's extension, "Book a ticket to Jincheng."
No sooner had he hung up the phone than an unfamiliar call came through on his cell. As soon as he answered, the voice on the other end rained down upon him:
"Can you handle Yibo or not? If you can't, then give me back my child's custody!"
At the sound of this voice, Shen Zhaonan furrowed his brows and coldly refused, "Don't even think about it."
"Shen Zhaonan, you're blind and fool-hearted, look at what kind of trash you picked for a second marriage. If you'd paid the slightest attention to Yibo, I wouldn't be making this call today. What do you have my son call her? Call her Mom? But does that woman fulfill the most basic duties of a 'Mom'? Does she?"