Chapter 115: Qin Feng, Why Did You Abandon Me?

Beside the high school,

Inside the KFC fast-food restaurant,

Fang Yuan looked with a gloomy face at Fang Yifan who was gnawing on a family bucket,

After a while,

He finally couldn't help but ask: "Son, regarding the matter of your mother and me divorcing, you seem to care not at all?"

"How haven't I cared?"

Fang Yifan rolled his eyes at Fang Yuan: "Didn't you see? I haven't had much appetite these past few days; my food intake has shrunk so much..."

"You call this small appetite?"

Fang Yuan looked at the chicken bones in front of Fang Yifan and helplessly shook his head: "Son, what your mother and I negotiated is that after the divorce, you will be with your mother. Do you have any objections?"

"I have no objections."

Fang Yifan shook his head and took a sip of cola: "Anyway, you can't control me. Besides, if I'm with my mother, I can occasionally go to Qiao Yingzi's house to mooch off some seafood feasts and such."

"If I were with you, even eating at KFC you'd call a feast..."

"You child, have you already learned to despise the poor and love the rich?!"

Fang Yuan's eyes widened, just about to scold Fang Yifan,

But as soon as he thought of his empty pockets, Fang Yuan deflated again.

After a while,

Fang Yuan asked in a low voice: "Then son, have you noticed anything abnormal about your mother these past two days?"

"No."

Fang Yifan shook his head: "However, Aunt Song Qian seems a bit off."

"Song Qian?"

Fang Yuan's eyes widened in surprise: "Quick, tell dad properly, what's wrong with Aunt Song Qian?"

"Nothing much."

Fang Yifan spat out a chicken bone: "It's just that day when we went to Qiao Yingzi's house for a meal, Aunt Song Qian had no appetite and wouldn't eat, and kept getting nauseous and dry-heaving."

"Nauseous and dry-heaving?"

Fang Yuan immediately became interested and hurriedly pressed: "Then what happened later?"

"Later, I spoke out of turn a couple of times. You know, my mother talks all day long about how difficult it was when she was pregnant with me, getting nauseous and dry-heaving every day, unable to eat, having to just eat some fruit, and you were stingy and wouldn't even buy it..."

"..."

Fang Yuan's face instantly turned pale: "Don't digress, continue talking about your Aunt Song Qian."

"Oh, anyway, I just spoke out of turn once. I said, is Aunt Song Qian pregnant? Then my mother and Aunt Song Qian both hurriedly denied it, feeling as if they had conspired together..."

"Then, I shut up and didn't speak, to avoid being scolded by my mother again."

After Fang Yifan finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the counter: "Dad, I'm not full. Go order me ten more chicken wings?"

"Okay."

Fang Yuan immediately stood up and walked to the front desk,

At the same time taking out his phone from his pocket and dialing Qiao Weidong's number: "Hello, Qiao Weidong, I have something to tell you, but you must promise not to lose your temper."

"What is it? Just say it, why would I lose my temper with you?"

Qiao Weidong was lying on a therapy bed getting cupping therapy, his tone somewhat lazy.

"Then good, remember the promise not to lose your temper."

Fang Yuan waited a few seconds, composed his emotions, and then said: "Song Qian, she might be pregnant..."

"What?!"

Qiao Weidong immediately sat up,

Scaring the old Chinese doctor beside him who was performing the cupping,

"Fang Yuan, say it again, what did you just say?!"