After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

I haven't received a reply to the text message I sent, but it is true that the phone call can be connected.

She was about to say that Fang Ping'an might be in danger when she saw Fang Zhidie's face full of impatience and said:

"Why is he ignoring us?

He doesn't even care about his own mother or sister?

I really gave him face.

I called him and saw how I scolded him!

Do you really think you can leave the Fang family by signing a crappy agreement or something like that..."

Fang Jinglei was too lazy to pay attention to her and let her be.

This third brother is really useless.

In terms of character, he is not as good as the fourth brother.

"Mom, if this gets out, will Ping An be in danger?

I mean, no matter what, Fang Hongjun is also my father's child..."

Zhao Wei's face changed and she suddenly became nervous.

"He dares!

Whoever touches my son, I will kill him!"

Fang Zhidie actually called Fang Ping'an, and as expected, she was blocked.

She threw the phone aside with anger on her face.

Fang Qingyan sighed, “Not only you, I’ve been blocked too.

The only person who can contact him now is your second sister, and her number is the only one that hasn't been blocked."

"Why?" Fang Zhidie wanted to say something, but Fang Jinglei raised her hand to stop her.

"Based on your attitude towards him over the years, I would have blocked you too if I were in his shoes.

Besides, how many times have you called him in the past four years?

Didn’t you hit him and curse at him that time?

How did he offend you, Fang Zhidie?"

Zhao Wei hurriedly asked, "Then you told him no?"

Fang Jinglei nodded and said, "I reminded him, but I don't know what he will do."

Zhao Wei said, "Go outside and get my bag. I'll call him."

Fang Qingyan obediently went to the outer room, brought in her bag and handed it to her.

Zhao Wei took out her phone and opened the address book, but found that she didn't have Fang Ping'an's number at all...

When she discovered this fact, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

My son!

As your mother, I'm really sorry.

I didn't even keep my own son's phone number, let alone remember it.

The guilt and regret in her heart overwhelmed her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

After taking a breath for a while, she suppressed her tears and choked, "I don't have his number..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't suppress the tears.

"Wow... I feel so sorry for him as a mother. I don't even have his phone number...

I really deserve to die...

I raised someone else's son as my own, and treated my own son as an outsider. I really deserve to die, wuwuwu..."

Zhao Wei's sudden collapse caught her three daughters off guard and they didn't know how to comfort her.

Fang Zhidie still believes that this is all Fang Ping'an's fault. If he hadn't returned to the Fang family, so many troublesome things would never have happened.

But she was not stupid and knew that now was not the time to say such things.

If she told her, her mother might slap her, and her elder sister made her even more scared.

Fang Jinglei sighed to herself.

This Fang Ping'an is really pitiful.

If it were me, I really don’t know if I could persist for four years.

After four years of hard work, all he got was being ignored, wronged, and forgotten. Even his biological mother didn't remember his phone number.

No, no, no, I never thought about contacting him, and I didn’t even save his number.

This is truly a tragedy and a shame for the mother and daughter. It is an even greater humiliation for the other party, Ping An.

I don’t know how he is doing now, and whether he is living comfortably in his adoptive parents’ home.

But I heard him eating barbecue before, so I guess he's living a much better life than he did in the Fang family in the past few years.

After Zhao Wei got the number, she carefully saved Fang Ping'an's phone number and then dialed it.

At this time, it was already past 9:30 in the evening.

Fang Ping'an was reading a novel with great pleasure, and kept envying the author's train of thought.

His cell phone suddenly vibrated, which scared him.