Wang Fucheng's words had barely left his lips when Father Wang's face instantly flashed with a trace of panic.
Wang Laotai was even more furious, her face reddened and her neck thickened in anger, she exclaimed, "Well look at that, you ingrate.
Now that you've grown up, you don't even recognize your own father and mother."
Crushed, Wang Fucheng covered his face with his hands, squatted on the ground, and began to sob uncontrollably, "If I'm really your biological son, then why haven't I felt a shred of parental love all these years.
From a young age, just because I'm the eldest son, I've always had to give way to my younger brothers and sisters, I've snatched up doing chores around the house, and I've never asked for anything to eat, while my siblings wear new clothes, I'm wearing clothes full of patches.
