"Haha, I just missed home!"
He Zhuo didn't understand He Tiantian's thoughts; he felt awkward hearing Dad's sarcastic words.
But he had to endure the displeasure, pretending to smile foolishly to smooth things over.
"Missed home? Hmph, you still remember you have a home? It's been several days since winter break, right? You neither go to work nor say you want to come home, just know how to wander outside!"
He Tiantian wouldn't give He Zhuo a chance to bluff; she directly exposed his lie.
He Zhuo:...
He felt embarrassed and furious, wanting to slam the door and leave.
But, thinking of his situation, his anger surging to the top of his head was suppressed again.
For the money, I'll endure!
He Zhuo took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the dilapidated self-built house until they landed on the steaming food on the dining table.
Huh?
Why is this Dead Old Miser suddenly being so generous today?
