Xu Xiaoxiao was speechless.
Was he the son of Zhou Yan's enemy, right? For example, his real identity was the son of Zhou Yan's love rival? Or was he the child of Comrade Xu's first love, but Zhou Yan had somehow taken him away?
If it weren't for his grandfather living well and alive, he would have suspected that it was revenge for patricide.
When Xu Xiaoxiao thought about how he had been tricked by Comrade Zhou Yan since childhood, he couldn't even count them over three days and nights.
"I didn't hear you. I'm not going to be a monk." He couldn't stay in this house any longer.
He wanted to run away from home.
"Oh, does that mean you admit that Sixth sister is your wife?" Zhou Yan was pleasantly surprised.
"No, no." Xu Xiaoxiao was furious. "When did I admit it? Don't talk nonsense. I'm a decent person, a good and upright man. I'm not a pervert. I'm not interested in young girls."
