"Then your mother dumped the child at the orphanage." Cheng Lang chuckled softly. "What are you trying to say? That woman didn't abandon a baby; she merely entrusted the child to your mother's care. And your mother was such a good person, selflessly tossing the child into an orphanage to be raised. Then, after this wild child with parents but no one to raise him struggled for eighteen years and finally became able to support himself, she notified her best friend to come enjoy the fruits of victory?"
Meng Haiyang did not know how to refute Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang continued, "If I remember correctly, if I hadn't tried to curry favor with the director back then and pulled you away from those little punks, forget getting into college—you'd probably have had a chance to eat prison food by now."
"The director did treat me fairly well, but I've also done more than enough for your family. If you and your mother want to use that so-called debt of upbringing to morally blackmail me..." Cheng Lang chuckled. He looked at Meng Haiyang with an amused gleam in his eyes and said meaningfully, "Then why don't we settle the score? Knowing someone had abandoned a baby yet failing to report it—does that count as knowingly breaking the law? If it were really pursued, would that make you accomplices?"
Meng Haiyang's expression changed.
"Cheng Lang!" Meng Haiyang was clearly angry. He shouted indignantly, "Can you stop being so extreme? I can understand if you don't want to acknowledge your biological mother, but you can't take it out on my mother. My mother worked so hard to raise you. She doesn't owe you anything."
"But I don't owe her anything either!" Cheng Lang had it all figured out. "Your mother was the director