This time, Yuexiang really wanted to cry.

my father, don't you say that I'm not a dutiful son? Why is it now?

is Yuexiang helpless? There is a panic in her heart. With his apologies to his father, and the innate timidity of being scared by the iron bar education in the middle of the moon when he was a child, he dared not even look at the middle of the moon, let alone just negotiation.

and the Deputy he brought, after going through the previous events, no matter whether he slapped the table and roared, or walked straight to Yuexiang and kicked him, he still smoked his cigar leisurely,...