"Oh! I really can't hold it in anymore!"
Zhang San watched Wang Dada's face turn anxious as Zhao Siyang kept interrupting him, finally losing his temper and bursting out.
"Nephew, let your uncle speak the truth to you."
Hearing this, Zhao Siyang helplessly lowered his head, staring at a bone in his soup bowl, silent.
Zhang San vaguely felt that something was about to happen, but didn't know what it was.
Wang Dada grabbed his nephew's hand, and before he could speak, tears began to fall from his tiger-like eyes.
"I have wronged you, nephew!"
"Uncle, what are you talking about? You gave me my life, you are like my parents!"
Wang Dada shook his head.
Song Dingbo looked on with a face that said he was just there for the drama.
Although Zhang San didn't know why Zhao Siyang kept interrupting Wang Dada, he believed Zhao Siyang had his reasons, which were inconvenient to mention.
