Zhang Xinsheng suddenly felt it hard to breathe, what's this about it doesn't matter whether he's around or not.
"Am I your dad or not?"
He asked dissatisfied, and the two brothers nodded in unison, "Yes, but it doesn't change the fact that you're quite dispensable at home."
When it comes to being blunt, little Zhang Ming, the eldest of the Zhang family, leads the pack.
This kid really dares to speak his mind, and isn't afraid of getting hit.
Zhang Xinsheng's face darkened, and his hands began to itch, "I..."
"Let's go!"
Seeing him clench his fists, Wen Shi, worried he might hit the kids, hooked him by the neck and dragged him away, "Let's get some coconuts, there's no need to get angry at kids, especially since they're your own sons."
What's wrong for a father to be teased by his son?
It's not like he's losing a piece of meat.
