Yuan Hongzheng's gaze flickered. He dared not look at Pu Yu as he stammered:
"D-does that matter? As long as someone pays the money back..."
"It matters."
Her voice rose, carrying an oppressive edge. "Yuan Hongzheng, I want the truth. If you don't tell me the truth, I won't pay a single cent. My family may be rich, but we're not a charity."
Yuan Hongzheng panicked the moment he heard that.
All he could think about was how to get out of this. Nothing else mattered to him.
"I signed it! So what? Yuan Su is my son, and I'm his father! He should help me pay this money back!"
"So you forged his signature?" Pu Yu asked.
"So what if I did?" Yuan Hongzheng brazenly acted as though he had nothing left to fear, blurting out, "Those people were pressuring me! If I couldn't pay them back, they were going to chop off my hand! What else could I do? I spent two nights copying his handwriting before I signed it. It looks almost exactly like Yuan Su signed it himself! Besides, I'm his father! I gave him life! A son pays his father's debts! That's only right!"
"His father?"
She gave a soft laugh, her voice cold. "You think you deserve that title?"
Pu Yu looked down at Yuan Hongzheng, making no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.
"Where were you when the debt collectors beat Yuan Su half to death?"
"Where were you when he was supporting that family alone, working his way through school? You were losing all your money at the gambling table, then taking out loan-shark loans in his name and saddling him with millions in debt-and you still have the nerve to call yourself his father?"
She had recorded enough.
She