The New Year's Eve dinner, although Gu Lingling made it very sumptuous, was somewhat oppressive due to the matter of Gu Chunxia.
"The food my sister made is really delicious." Zhao Xuefei said with a smile.
This was the best New Year's Eve meal he had ever had, "Mom, don't cry anymore. I'll definitely work hard in the future to let you and Dad live a good life."
"Okay, Mom is waiting." Gu Chunxia said while eating, tears once again falling into the bowl.
In the middle of the night, the door of the Gu Family was knocked.
"Sounds like my dad's voice." Zhao Jingmiao, who was sleeping with Gu Lingling, climbed up from the kang. "My dad is here."
Gu Lingling, who had been worried all day, finally felt half relieved.
Zhao JianShe being able to rush over so late, at least showed he still cared about Gu Chunxia and her children.
As for what he said about his own family, that would depend on how he chose to speak.
