Luo Dongping looked at his son with a sense of guilt: "Luo Shui, you are still young and don't understand the weight of brotherly affection in Dad's heart. This feeling is just like your love for Yangyang; to completely sever it would be like gouging a piece of flesh from the heart."
"It's not the same!" Luo Shui gave Luoyang a gentle glance, and when he raised his head, his eyes were icy cold: "Those people don't deserve to be compared with my sister and my feelings. Dad, if you don't want me to hate you more, think about how to take back what's rightfully your property."
"Shuishui..." Qiu Ya looked worriedly at the father and son duo. Because of the matters concerning the two uncles, the father and son were always incompatible. Since high school, the son hadn't spent a penny from the family, working part-time and tutoring, enduring all hardships, and she couldn't persuade him otherwise.
