He only has one son!
Seemingly sensing his displeasure, Du Yuheng didn't speak again. He turned his head to the window and pretended to look at the scenery.
It's pitiful to think about, but Du Weiguo honestly couldn't control himself!
It's like having a steamed bun and a piece of rich white chocolate in front of you—
Steamed buns are certainly delicious, but human nature dictates that I still crave white chocolate!
This is Du Weiguo's current state of mind—
He also really wanted a little princess, someone he could hold and coax all day long without getting tired of it.
The son is no good; how can two men be hugging each other?
After much thought, Du Weiguo felt that he hadn't done anything wrong; it was just that his son had too many problems.
Anyone would find it unbearable to be asked that question.
But despite his thoughts, he still needed to try to calm his son down.
So, Du Weiguo, trying to make conversation, asked his son, "What did you talk about with Zhou Xinya just now?"
This piqued his curiosity; he wanted to know how his son and the fairy got along.
Du Yuheng ignored him, and Du Weiguo continued to ask, "You're going to be Zhou Xinya's neighbor soon, are you happy?"
Is that even a question?
Du Yuheng didn't want to look at him, but he couldn't resist Du Weiguo's enthusiasm. "We're going to have a feast on moving day, so think about what gift to give Zhou Xinya?"
Du Yuheng: "......"
Is it you moving or someone else moving?
Did you give gifts to others at your housewarming party?
You even asked me if I was happy, but I think you're the one who's happier.
Du Yuheng thought his father's doting fatherly nature was out of the question, and he reminded him, "Shouldn't a housewarming banquet be a celebration where guests give gifts to the host?"
Du Weiguo didn't reply, so Du Yuheng knocked on the car door and continued looking at the scenery.
After rounding a bend, she grabbed her dad excitedly and exclaimed, "There's a shopping mall over there—!"
Then what?
Du Weiguo wanted to know what his son wanted to say.
The person touched their little ear sheepishly and mumbled, "Didn't we say we were going to buy Xinya a housewarming gift?"
"Okay, sure." Without asking any further questions, Du Weiguo readily agreed, turned the steering wheel, and glanced at his son with a smile.
He who says one thing and means another cannot truly be himself.
You yourself are captivated by the charm of this fairy, and you have the nerve to tell your mother that you "prefer girls to boys and have no patience"?
That's definitely not allowed.
The father and son reconciled because they reached an agreement on something.
A big hand holding a small hand, they walked towards the mall in perfect harmony.
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