Huo Chenhuan knew what Zheng Qianyang was thinking, but it did not stop him from mocking him.
"Heh."
Zheng Qianyang, "..." Was this still his cute little nephew? Time really was a butcher's knife!
Su Yayan came back at this time. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the uncle and nephew sitting in the hall, almost three meters apart, one dejected and the other cold.
"???" What was going on? She had already given time to these two people to talk it out. Why did they still look so dead when she returned?
No, the atmosphere between them seemed to be more serious than before she left. So, did the two of them have a falling out?
Without waiting for Su Yayan to think further, a loud tummy rumble broke the awkward silence in the room.
Zheng Qianyang's old face turned red, but when he thought of the hotpot he ate last night...
