Xu Qing, who had been specifically trained by Jiang He, performed very well, and in Xu Wenbin's eyes, his image was suddenly different.
Capable of working in the kitchen, fit for the living room, has this kid stepped in dog poop luck?
"What's wrong, Dad?" Xu Qing felt something odd about the way his old man was looking at him.
"Nothing."
"If there's something, just say it."
"There isn't."
"If you want to ask something, just ask. I've only been here once this month to give you a clear account."
"You know you've only been here once a month, huh?!" Xu Wenbin glared.
"I'm an adult now, working outside… Coming once a month isn't too little, right?" Xu Qing scratched his head. "Apart from those who live at home and come back every day, who would keep running back for no reason? I don't want to disturb you two from enjoying your own little world."
"You…"
Xu Wenbin opened his mouth, but held his breath in his throat.
