Ding Long lowered his gaze, glanced at the signature on the divorce agreement, and immediately recognized his father's handwriting. He looked at Ding Jinshi, his eyes filled with disappointment and confusion, "What new girlfriend? What son?"
"Isn't Huang Ying your new girlfriend? She's pregnant with your child, and the fortune teller says it's a son! Your father and I have discussed it, you must divorce Ding Jinshi and marry Huang Ying. We can't let our grandson be born a bastard and become a laughingstock!" Ding's mother said.
"New girlfriend?" Ding Long looked towards Huang Ying, "Did you approach the Ding Family? Told my parents you're pregnant with my child? Huang Ying? What new girlfriend, you're nothing but a plaything to me, Ding Long. You really have the nerve to put gold on your face. Child? My child? Are you sure this is my child? And not the spawn of some random man you don't even know?"
