Dad, when do you think is the right time for us to hold our wedding banquet?
Struggling to maintain his tough-guy facade, Gou Huai numbly nodded: "6."
Gu Tongshu released his clenched fists, crossed his arms in front of his chest, threw back his head, completely at ease.
You little thief!
Do you realize our difference now?!
Will you dare jump and prance around with me in the future?!
But just when he was smug for no more than two seconds, Gu Jiuyue gently poked Su Huai and whispered, "It's okay, your birthday gift will just be that, why buy it and let it gather dust in the warehouse?"
Pfft!
President Gu spat out a mouthful of blood onto Wang Gang's face, and Wang Gang vomited back a stomach full of acid at the president; both felt an urge to go crazy.
Missy, this isn't just a leaky Cotton-padded Jacket, this is a flash flood battering your old father into the ditch!
