After rummaging through the house for a long time, he still could not find Victor's album.
Victor stood up straight, frowned, and asked, "Why are you looking for my album?"
Anson looked back at him and said with his eyebrows raised, "I might have found your son. I want to see if he looks similar to your childhood photos."
Victor quickly jumped out of the sofa. He looked at Anson and roared, "Anson, did you left your brain behind when you came in? When did I have a son? I live a clean and honest life all this while. It's impossible for me to have a child."
Victor was going mad. The atmosphere became eerily cool suddenly.
Anson glanced sideways at him and sneered with his hands on his waist, "You claimed that you are very noble. Did you not go all the way with a girl seven years ago, causing her to leave for seven years without telling her family?" Anson continued looking for the album when he finished talking.
"There might be other reasons that caused her not to tell her family her whereabouts." Victor retorted
with a lack of confidence.
He could not help it at that time because the efficacy of the drug was too strong.
He did not come to his senses even after taking cold showers three times.
Anson winked at him like a child and asked, "Let's not talk about this first. I remember I put your album here. Tell me, where did you move it to?"
Looking at Anson's serious face, Victor pointed upstairs and said, "I've moved it upstairs."
Anson took his phone from the coffee table and walked forward. "Come on, follow me upstairs."
Seeing that Anson was very serious, Victor thought "Can I not go?"
How could he have a son?
This was simply a big joke.
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