"Wait a moment!"
Xiao Zhengde's voice rang out inappropriately once again.
Everyone's gaze turned towards him at once, just to see Xiao Zhengde's face brimming with a brilliant smile, his scornful gaze sweeping over Xiao Yi.
In those eyes, there was a cold and contemptuous gleam.
This hardly resembled the look of a father seeing his own son.
It was more like the gaze reserved for a life-and-death enemy.
Xiao Yi frowned slightly and, simply crossing his arms, watched to see what sort of trick Xiao Zhengde was about to pull.
Yang Kun's pupils shrank slightly and his eyes sparkled as he murmured, "Could it be that Xiao Zhengde is planning to personally clean his own house? If he takes action, Xiao Yi surely wouldn't dare to counter, right? After all, that's his father!"
In any world,
filial piety was an unavoidable matter.
