Butong fu'er, "brother, I'm sorry, the second son is more and more free these days. He tried to pretend to be my husband before, but now he doesn't even want to pretend to be."

Jiang picked up Butong's hand and sat down on the bench beside him. "It's none of your business to apologize to me. Even if I fight with him, you don't need to apologize."

"I know you hurt me and I protect him. Aren't you unhappy?" Butong asked with a smile.

Jiang Zheyi sighed, "grandpa often said that the water thrown by the married daughter refers to you? You protect brother Chen. I'm not happy. Besides, brother...