Taoming Ye turned his head to look at her, his gaze gentle, and slowly smiled, saying: "I sigh, even if Taoming Hai is not favored by my father, he is still my father's legitimate son, holding an extraordinary position in my father's heart. And me, no matter how much my father likes me, I am just a Commons Son, this family will never be mine, nor has he ever thought of giving it to me."
Su Xing hugged his waist, tilted her small face up, and said to him with a giggle: "These are clearly sad words, why do I not feel you're sad at all?"
Taoming Ye embraced her with one hand and playfully tapped her small nose with the other, "Because I don't care."
Su Xing immediately stood on tiptoe, gave him a peck, and said with particular pride: "My husband is amazing, his assets are ten times more than the Tao family's!"
Taoming Ye felt very pleased hearing this, lowered his head, and kissed his beloved wife—Su Xing.
He didn't think he was amazing.
