When Chu Jiang saw his son, he put down the newspaper in his hands, but his gaze was always on the back of Chu lui. Unfortunately, it was still the same as before. Chu lui had said that he would not bring rainy over, and indeed, he did not.
He missed his granddaughter, but in the end, he felt that it was better not to let that child come to this house. The atmosphere was foul, and the child would be taught badly. Looking at Chu Xiang's arrogant face, she was a good child raised by Song Wan.
"Mom, dad, I'm back."
Chu lui said lightly as he sat in front of Chu Jiang. He didn't go anywhere and just stayed there to accompany Chu Jiang. He didn't really want to care about other things.
"How is rainy?"
Chu Jiang knew his son's personality, so he did not blame him.
