"How did it go, husband?"
Zhao Teng, who had just returned, immediately sat down in front of his wife. "No one is willing to help me when I'm in trouble, even though I often help them. How did your meeting with that woman go?"
"Tang Yin wouldn't meet me, and she wanted you to come to her yourself." Zhao Teng frowned at Lin Yanxiu. "Husband, you should go see Yin'er yourself; she doesn't want to talk to me. She only wants to talk to you, so you have to see her as soon as possible."
Zhao Teng didn't say anything and went straight to their room, causing Lin Yanxiu to sigh helplessly. "Stubborn! Why is he so stubborn in a desperate situation like this?"
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"Father." Wang Xiaogang, who was playing Chinese chess with his friend, turned to Wang Dong. "Can we talk alone?"
Wang Xiaogang didn't answer his son directly and said to his friend, "Old Lu, it looks like we'll have to continue our Chinese chess game tomorrow morning."
