An Zisheng was choke-held by the words of his own mother and wife and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Aren't I just worried that the stinky boy will bully Niuniu?"
"Bully Niuniu?" Old Master An, who was playing chess on the side, flicked an eyelid and glanced at An Zisheng, "Just look at that lad's henpecked behavior, he's even more whipped than you were when you were chasing Xiao Shi. If anyone's going to do any bullying, it would be our Niuniu bullying her. Stop worrying about nothing!"
An Zisheng was completely outraged. In this whole family—Old Master An, Old Lady An, and his own wife—everyone was on that punk's side, and his two sons, who he had raised himself, were just sister-obsessed and didn't give a damn. He was the only one with any sense in this house.
An Zisheng stood up from the sofa with a face full of grievances and turned toward the stairs.
"Husband, where are you going?" asked his wife.
