Xu Min was still explaining in a low and hesitant voice to his domineering wife.
But his strong-willed wife wore an arrogant expression, her face full of impatience, and waved her hand dismissively, "That's enough, enough. Pack up your act of being so diligent and responsible. Don't think I don't know what you really think. Xiao Xu isn't your biological son, and you've never treated him as if he were." After saying this, she pulled their seven-year-old son and sat down at a table, making it clear she didn't want to bother with him.
Xu Min's wife's voice was not low, and there were already a few onlookers watching the excitement openly and secretly. Xu Min could feel the gazes of others on him, and his face immediately flushed with embarrassment. Their looks even bore pity, as if he was wearing a giant green hat.
He suddenly turned his head and saw Yang PeiMin.
He was instantly stunned.
