Zhuo Jianzhang looked at his son who finally strolled over leisurely, his temples throbbing with a bit too much joy.
"You call that grabbing some milk?" In this amount of time, he could have gone to the supermarket, bought a carton of milk, come back, and even cooked it.
"Hmm..." Otherwise, what? Of course, he had gone to get the milk. What else could he have done? Zhuo Xiangqiao looked at Zhuo Jianzhang with an inexplicably puzzled expression.
Seeing that look in Zhuo Xiangqiao's eyes, Zhuo Jianzhang suddenly felt like laughing. He composed himself and asked, "Do you know about Xiangnan's situation?"
When Zhuo Xiangqiao heard his words, the look in his eyes became slightly distraught, and he spoke solemnly, "I know..."
"So what do you think?"
"What can I do..." Zhuo Xiangqiao tightened the hand at his side but then relaxed it again, "It's his choice."
"Right, it is his choice." Zhuo Jianzhang sat in the chair, leaning his body against it as he spoke seriously.
