Seeing that his son was about to leave, Lu Xiangdong mustered up his courage for the last time and said,""Listen to your father, you can't always stay in someone else's house, right?"
"Why not? it's better to be on the streets than to return to the Lu family. At least I don't have to see the disgusting faces of you and your first love." This time, Lu xiuche wasn't polite at all. Every word he said was more vicious than the last. He really felt that he had no right to give face to such a man. Why did she have to care about his feelings?
If he, a father, could do such an outrageous thing to his son, why couldn't he, a son, do the same?
In any case, if he was unhappy, his father would not be able to live comfortably.
"Xiaoche ... Xiaoche, listen to your father. Come home with me. Since you treat Yue tingfeng as your best friend, you can't keep troubling him, can you?"
