It can be seen that Cen Anguo was on pins and needles.

"Dad, Mom, let's take Chengcheng to the kitchen."

Song Yiyi walked over and asked Chengcheng, "Grandpa and grandma made dumplings for you. Do you want to eat them?"

Cheng Cheng licked his lips and said, "Ci!"

Song Minghui turned around with the child in his arms, ignoring the people in the main room, and asked with a smile, "How many do you want to eat?"

Cheng Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "Five hundred!"

Cai Mengjun was amused by her.

There was laughter and chatter in the kitchen, but the atmosphere in the main room was silent.

Cen Yue stood up, walked over to sit down opposite Cen Anguo, and got straight to the point: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Cen Anguo's mood was indescribably complicated.

He had never imagined that a family could live so warmly in such a small house.

It turns out that children are so cute when they smile.

"Little Orange looks a lot like you."

Cen Anguo sighed, "You also have two canine teeth."

He just saw that the two teeth of Cen Yue's daughter looked exactly the same as those of Cen Yue's father.

Cen Anguo even felt that it was a smaller version of Cen Yue.

I am happier than Cen Yue.

She has a sweet smile.

Cen Yue sneered, "Are you sure you want to bring this up?"

That's not a good memory.

He has small canine teeth, which he inherited from his mother.

Cen Anguo once wanted to help him smooth it out.

Cen Yue was too small and after struggling a few times, he was slapped in the face by Cen Anguo.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Cen Yue's tone turned cold and serious: "There's nothing old to talk about between us."

It was Cen Anguo who personally destroyed the last bit of kindness in raising him.

What are you pretending to be now?

Cen Yue didn't care at all.

The hall was silent for a long time. Cen Anguo closed his eyes and spoke weakly, "After all, I raised you. We are biological children..."

Cen Yue casually swept away the teacup on the table.

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking.

After a few seconds, only broken glass remained on the ground.

Cen Anguo's forehead twitched. He wanted to get angry, but he held it back for a moment.

He began to cough violently.

Cen Yue sat very straight, his eyes sharp and intimidating, "I will never forget the harm you did to Yiyi and my mother."

"Want to confess? Talk to my mom."

His voice remained calm.

Cen Anguo's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Zhiyu had no room for negotiation. He stood up shakily, holding on to the edge of the table for a while before walking out.

Cen Yue never even looked at him.

When he reached the door of the main hall, Cen Anguo paused and said in a dull voice: "I came here today to ask you if you want to stay."

For a long while.

He didn't get any answer from Cen Yue.

Cen Anguo knew that Cen Yue was not the type to run away from a battle.

Everyone has selfish desires.

He couldn't send all his sons and grandsons to the battlefield.

As for those sons who were not ambitious, Cen Anguo had already driven them out of the family and was unwilling to acknowledge them.

Cen Yue was the only one he felt he owed too much to and wanted to make up for it.

Cen Anguo has been dreaming about Xu Lingzhen recently.

She stood before him with tears of blood, asking him why he had done that to her. She asked him why he had hurt their only son like that.

When I wake up from a dream, I always feel a palpitation.

Huo Tianqi heard that Cen Anguo had discussed with Cen Bowen at home and wanted him not to follow the main force.

Cen Bowen refused without a second thought, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I can't listen to you this time. I have to go. I don't want to be a deserter!"

Cen Anguo could only save one person.

So he came to find Cen Yue.

A feeling of powerlessness swept over his body, and Cen Anguo forced himself to leave.