Zhong Wanshu, "..."
Hehe.
Son, I really have to thank you, thinking so much for me.
But why am I so unhappy when my son is so considerate?
When Lu Hualiang returned to the room, a strong durian smell hit him in the face.
He frowned.
"When will you finish eating your durians?"
The whole Lu Garden smells like durian, it's unbearable.
Xia Weibao finished the last piece and shrugged, "I don't know, I've eaten so much in the last couple of days, it's really cloying. I'll save the rest for later, durians can be kept for a while anyway."
Yan Yuexian and Lu Huashan bought too many, can't just throw them away.
Lu Hualiang suddenly envied Yan Fei, who had moved to a place fragrant with flowers and without the smell of durian...
"Where did you go just now," Xia Weibao asked.
It's rare, he actually went out at night.
"I went to chat with mom for a bit."
Xia Weibao frowned, "About President's matters?"
