“Jeremy, what exactly are you thinking?”

The man looked at her with a calm and indifferent expression.

“Eveline, no matter what I think, I won’t think about you anymore,” he said coldly and took out his ID card again. “Take it if you want to. If you think it’s dirty, then I guess you don’t have to register an account for your son.”

“My son? Is he only my son?” Madeline laughed sarcastically. The drops of fine rain fell heavier, blurring her vision.

“Do you still remember what you said when y