For so many years, he had watched his father dote on his mother. Over these years, although there had been some minor squabbles, it was always his father who conceded first. In the past, when he saw his father act that way, he used to think little of it, questioning how a man could be so meek and humble. But now, he wouldn't think that way anymore; before the woman he loved, there really was no room for pride—anything to make her happy, he was willing to do.
"Okay... okay..." Liao Yun cast a sidelong glance at Zhuo Jianzhang. Really, with three kids still around, he was acting more shameless as he got older.
