At this moment, the Cheng Family had just finished breakfast.
Cheng Guomin left for work at his company.
Cheng Huai was still lounging in bed, and Zhao Haishuang had plans today to meet friends for a beauty treatment.
Cheng Lie, after breakfast, went back to his room to draw.
Zhao Haishuang was too lazy to care about him now, anyway. When he turned eighteen, she'd definitely find a way to drive this illegitimate child out of the house.
She had tolerated having him around for so many years, but she couldn't bear it anymore.
Once he was of age, surely Cheng Guomin wouldn't make up excuses to keep him here.
If that day ever came, she swore she'd kill this little beast herself.
A malicious glint flashed across Zhao Haishuang's face.
The next moment, she heard the doorbell ring. She walked over to open the door, and as she did, the venomous expression on her face instantly vanished, replaced by the soft smile of a warm and gentle woman.
