He Zhuo, initially arrogant due to his insecurities, paid special attention to so-called "manners," "decency."
If he saw someone like "He Shoutian," who seemed like they hadn't had a full meal in eight lifetimes, he would definitely disdain and resent them if he dined out.
Having traveled through time, he discovered that he had become the son of such a top-grade person!
Fortunately, after arriving here, he hadn't gone out to eat with his stingy old dad, or he would certainly have been ashamed to no end.
Even without disgracing himself publicly, now witnessing his dad's "useless" appearance in person, He Zhuo couldn't help but frown, curl his lip.
That kind of contempt was unmistakably obvious.
He Yue couldn't help but clench her fists.
He Tiantian however, seemed oblivious, swallowed the last bite of food, pushed her bulging belly out, slumped in the chair.
"Burp! That meal was truly satisfying!"
He Tiantian found it insufficient, burped loudly without image.
