Zhou Yong's horse was full of luggage. Yan Ze and Zhou Yong were carrying a suitcase in each hand as they walked behind miserably.
Mu Yiren, who was sitting on the white horse in front, reminded the man behind her. " Third Brother, just do it appropriately. Don't be so petty. "”
Qin Mingsheng was not convinced. " How am I petty? As a father-in-law, I can't be a little angry with a junior like him!”
He had brought his precious daughter home. It was already good enough that she did not beat him up. He could not let her vent her anger or something.
His precious daughter was only 18 years old, the prime of her youth. If she had not been accidentally brought into the space-time tunnel back then and got involved with him, he would definitely not have been willing to live in such a chaotic era.
"Fine, fine, fine. Do whatever you want. Let's see if your daughter is anxious with you later!”
