The corner of Du Jingtang's eye twitched, and he finally sat helplessly at the side. He knew since young that Chu Lui had always had a weird temper. He wondered if his cousin's child would behave the same in the future.
He sighed softly. Three years had passed. No matter how angry he was previously should have subsided by now. There was no overnight enmity between a husband and wife, more so for cousins. Besides, Du Jingtang was not a petty person but a generous man. At the thought of this, the corner of his eye twitched again. He suddenly thought of a man, and his face changed. The one who was being suppressed was him.
