She bit her lip, her initial momentum slowly diminishing, her heart trembling slightly.
If Xu Zijin hadn't gone too far, taking it out on Douya, she really would have preferred to make a mess of herself rather than take the initiative to speak.
But she really couldn't stand it anymore; Douya was crying like this, and Xu Zijin was still being so excessive.
"What kind of man?" Xu Zijin sneered coldly.
Douya suddenly felt as if the temperature around him had dropped, and couldn't help but rub his arms.
He rubbed his eyes, looking at the auntie with a somewhat hopeful gaze.
The auntie spoke for him; she was a good person.
Daddy was a bad person.
"Whether or not I'm a man, what does it have to do with you? More importantly, I'm disciplining my son. What qualification and position do you have to jump out and criticize me?" Xu Zijin said, a laugh of extreme sarcasm escaping his lips.
Merely speaking to her wasn't enough; he deliberately circled back.
