knowing his own origins, even if he did, what could he do about itSlowly retracting his gaze, Chen Ping shook his head, refusing to dwell on pointless thoughts. Right now, he could only take things...obody let him go.Dong Jiahao's hand patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, with a very light force. It wasn't an attack on Chen Ping."Haha, as expected of the one who killed Watanabe Ichiro. You're truly b...