It's universal among men that they felt it was unreasonable.
Zhao Father said, "Speaking of which, we really owe Yebai for his help—" His lips trembled as he hesitated repeatedly when he was about to mention Gu Nuan, eventually swallowing his words back down.
Seeing this, Xiao Jianming's face was as if carved by a knife, showing no softening of expression in front of them.
Mrs. Zhao sighed softly.
"Everyone, please sit down," Xiao Jianming commanded, as if he truly was the master of the house here.
The Zhao family seemed accustomed to it.
Several people took their seats.
Zhao Mengjin had been waiting behind the screen at the small tea table, had boiled the water, prepared the tea, and then brought it over.
She walked around the screen to her grandfather.
Xiao Jianming looked up, saw her face, and suddenly felt as if he was waking from a dream.
She was Xiao Shumei's biological daughter, bearing somewhat the shadow of her mother.
Genes don't lie.
