My father growled. The trash in his mouth was naturally me, Zhang Xu. I’ve been used to his swearing for a long time. To be exact, I got used to it half a year ago. Since childhood, he has been very bad to me, often beating and scolding. If my mother didn’t protect me, I really thought I would be killed by him! Am I not his own? It’s impossible. Looking at my photos when I was a child and his few photos left in his childhood, it’s like a mold carved out.