Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

"Absolutely impossible."

Looking at Chi Morong standing there, Zhao Nanjin widened his eyes, his face full of shock and disbelief.

"I saw with my own eyes that the car you were riding in was engulfed in flames that day. There is absolutely no way you could be Chi Morong!"

He was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he would explode in the next second.

"Who are you exactly?"

Zhao Nanjin suddenly stood up from his chair, pointed at the person who came and questioned.

Because he used too much force when standing up, the chair under him lost balance and fell backwards with a "clang", making a dull and loud sound.

Chi Morong's eyes swept across the faces of everyone present one by one, and he sneered with disdain.

He walked casually to an empty chair as if he was strolling in his own garden, and gently pulled it, causing the chair to make a slight friction sound.

Then he crossed his legs gracefully and sat down steadily.

In sharp contrast to Chi Morong's calm and even somewhat cynical expression were the ugly faces of the people present.

Especially Liu Xiran, when her eyes fell on Chi Morong who was sitting on the chair opposite her, her body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

This trembling did not come from her own consciousness, but came from the deep fear of the man in front of her from the bottom of her soul.

Compared to Liu Xiran's extreme fear and Zhao Nanjin's complex expression of anger and astonishment, Zhao Hongkun's performance seemed relatively calm.

Although he was initially shocked by Chi Morong's sudden appearance, after a brief silence and thought, he seemed to have grasped the key.

At this moment, he frowned tightly, stared at Chi Morong, and asked in a questioning tone,

"So, all of this... is your plan?"

Hearing this, Chi Morong slowly stretched out his right hand and casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his left trouser leg.

After doing these actions, he slowly raised his head, with an elusive smile flashing in his deep eyes, and looked straight at Zhao Hongkun who was sitting there - his biological father.

"Why? Are you very disappointed to see that I am still alive and well?"

Chi Morong's tone was light, but the sarcasm contained in it was obvious.

Before Zhao Hongkun could speak, Zhao Nanjin spoke first.

Chi Morong's seemingly nonchalant and indifferent words slowly flowed out, but the sarcasm and ridicule hidden in them were like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight into the hearts of everyone present. Anyone could easily detect the strong and almost indissoluble taste of sarcasm.

Before Zhao Hongkun could open his mouth to respond, Zhao Nanjin on the side could no longer hold back his temper and shouted loudly,

"Dad! He definitely can't be Chi Morong. Don't be fooled by him. I clearly saw his car being hit that day..."

Zhao Nanjin wanted to continue speaking, but saw Old Man Zhao angrily throwing the cutlery in his hand at him, abruptly interrupting what he was about to say.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Mr. Zhao was so angry that his face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes, which were already wide open to the extreme, now seemed to be spewing fire. He stared at Zhao Nanjin intently, his eyes full of anger and disappointment.

Now, the man is sitting there, but this extremely stupid son is still deceiving himself and trying to continue to escape reality.

When he thought of this, Mr. Zhao's anger grew stronger. He really regretted that he had rashly entrusted such a crucial matter to this idiot who was capable of causing trouble instead of accomplishing anything.

If it weren't for his incompetence, how could I have ended up in such a dilemma and embarrassing situation?