Han Zheng ignored Han Xiao. His icy gaze settled on Han Muchuan and Lee Mi, "Laosi, Laoliu, don't you have something to say?"
Han Muchuan and Lee Mi knelt down together and said in unison, "Dad, we share Erhu's opinion."
Han Zheng sighed, "That's good. I don't expect you to be dutiful to me in the future, but I also don't want to raise ingrates. Since you acknowledge that I don't owe you anything, I hope you won't use such talk to pick a fight with me in the future."
All, "..."
We always feel like you're playing us, but we have no evidence.
Han Muyang felt very sad in his heart.
My second brother, fourth brother, and sixth sister have been wanting to separate the family for a while now, which is really despicable.
He squeezed over and sat down next to Han Zheng, "Dad, I'll try hard to make money to support you."
