At dusk, the setting sun was blood-red.
Xu Qi 'an saw a sumptuous meal in front of her. A gentle old woman, a young man, a delicate woman, and two children of different ages were sitting at the table.
They were Zheng xinghuai's family ... "I'm now using Zheng xinghuai's first-person perspective to look back on his memories ... Xu Qi 'an, who had experienced empathy once, immediately understood.
He quietly listened to Zheng xinghuai reprimand his son.
Zheng Xing was pregnant with two sons, and the eldest one had a career. Thanks to Zheng xinghuai's guidance, his official reputation was very good and his future was boundless.
The second son was a dandy disciple who had nothing to do all day.
And because Zheng xinghuai's upbringing was very strict, this second son did not dare to do things like bullying men and oppressing women. He could not even be a good-for-nothing hedonist.
A good-for-nothing.
