"You're not their biological son, so who exactly are you?"
Facing the fat guy's inquiry, Mr. Su Bai merely flicked the ash off his cigarette, looking utterly unconcerned, as if he was asking about the weather;
"I've said it before, I was probably born through a surrogate they hired."
"And you also have..." the fat guy stammered.
"Why should I care who my real dad and mom are; why would I want to find them and play out another 'Chenxiang rescues his mother' drama?" Mr. Su Bai laughed, "boring, right?"
"Amitabh, White, you really seem quite open about it." The monk knew that Mr. Su Bai was just too lazy to look for trouble anymore or add any more trouble to his life.
