"Brother Meng, we have been old neighbors for many years, and we are both well aware of each other's character. Brother Meng is a reasonable man, but now my son lies in the ICU, bleeding from his head. What do you have to say about that?"
If Chiang Xiao were here, she would certainly praise Meng Chaojun.
It could be said that from his appearance, Meng Xinian still closely resembled his father, with the same bushy eyebrows and large eyes, and a tall stature.
At over forty, Meng Chaojun was still very handsome.
Some once said that if Meng Chaojun hadn't been so handsome, he wouldn't have managed to marry a beauty ten years his junior without a word of complaint to become his stepmother.
Meng Chaojun's second wife, Duan Qingqing, was only thirty-two this year, but because of her good care for herself, she looked as if she were only twenty-six or twenty-seven, and standing next to Meng Xinian, they looked more like siblings.
