Ye Fanxing looked at Huo Zhendong, failing to comprehend what wrong he could've possibly done.
Huo Zhendong sat next to her, remarking to Madam Huo, "He's at an age where he's constantly angry, not scared of it taking a toll on his health."
"Then you should avoid doing things that anger him," Madam Huo sighed. "It was really hard for him to finally appreciate you, you should take advantage of that."
Looking back a few years, Mr. Huo's dissatisfaction with his son, Huo Zhendong, couldn't have been greater.
She was caught between her son and husband, it had been a headache. Fortunately, in the past few years, Huo Zhendong had become more mature, avoiding any troubles.
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After they had chatted for a while, it was time for dinner, and Mr. Huo came downstairs.
Ye Fanxing looked at him, "Uncle Huo."
Mr. Huo greeted her with a friendly smile, "Xingxing, long time no see, please sit."
Ye Fanxing nodded and sat down after Mr. Huo had taken his seat.