Xu Erlang was silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head."It was just a Limerick. I heard that the young master said that his calligraphy is rusty and he can't write well, so I asked this young master to help me write it."
Second uncle Xu was an experienced man. He acted like a bystander and drew a clear line between him and his nephew and son.
Everyone immediately looked at Xu niannian. Xu Erlang snorted coldly and didn't bother to answer them.
His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked the question feel angry and embarrassed, and he returned to his original position.
Xu Pingzhi, who had originally wanted to stay the night, secretly gave his son a look, and the two of them left the yingmei Pavilion one after another.
"It's not good to stay in there. It won't be good if people find out that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi was teaching his son.
"I understand," Xu niannian nodded and shivered in the cold wind.
