章節 192: Bad sons, maybe

Zhang Bo was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest. With a very deliberate gaze, his eyes roamed over Wang Yue, the man who may or not be his father. For so long, he had wondered what it would be like when he met the man face to face.

Would he be emotional? Would he be cold? Would he cry?

He had asked himself this many times and he anticipated that he would have some kind of reaction and yet, now face to face with him, all he felt was emptiness.

There was no attachment on his end. He was staring at a stranger. Maybe when the DNA results came out, he would feel different.

As for Zhang An, she was just confused. While Zhang Bo thought this man was no better than a stranger, she felt it even more than any of her siblings. She had been too young when he died___, or disappeared. She could hardly construct his face in her mind without looking at his pictures.