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Wang Zijun sat in the luxurious living room, listening to two women nagging their parents. Although he didn't look up, he could sensitively detect the disdainful eyes that were thrown at him from time to time.
"Dongdong, give you juwan some water. Your father's best Longjing is produced in West Lake. Your second uncle can't drink this kind of good tea in recent years! " This woman is pampered on weekdays and even speaks softly, but there is a trace of contempt in this kind words.
Looking at the pale cup of warm water, Wang Zijun clutched his hands tightly, trying to control his inner emotions.
Although the year without fire has passed, the pride in my heart has not completely disappeared in the wind and frost of the years. I can't stand up and leave at once, but reason reminds him: how can people not bow their heads under the eaves? You have to endure, you're here for help! At this thought, the trace of resentment in my heart soon disappeared.
If it was only for himself, Wang Zijun wouldn't come anyway, but for his precious son, he had to bite the bullet and do so. Maybe, if you lower your head, your son will have an idea.
"Dad, my classmates all went to work. When will you? .........................