The name "Huo Yu" always touched Huo Hong's sad side.
Murong Qiao's question swept away the anger in Huo Hong's heart, and then he felt a little lonely and nostalgic.
Which son was better?
He asked himself, but there was only one answer in his heart.
No matter how capable Huo Yichen was and how much he liked Huo Xiuyuan, it could not replace Huo Yu's position in his heart.
"Uncle Huo?" Murong Qiao's voice pulled his thoughts back.
Huo Hong came back to his senses. "…Of course, your feelings are more important in the matters of marriage."
In the end, he could only give this answer.
He couldn't tell others that his dead biological son was the best. That would be too outrageous.
"I see." Murong Qiao was about to say something when she was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door opening.
Hurried footsteps approached. Clearly, an untimely "guest" had appeared.
