Are You Coaxing Me Like A Son (8)

Jing Muchen glanced at him, and the sharp glint in his eyes flew past like a small blade…

Han Zhen held his tongue, then thought about how he couldn't appear ungracious with two children present. He glared at Lu Ziheng fiercely, waiting for the autumn to settle the score with him.

"Uncle Han!" Jing Yanxi followed Su Ruowan to sit on the sofa. He frowned and said in a lecturing tone," There are ladies present here. As a man, you have to speak elegantly, understand?"

"Puff!" Shangguan Yan almost spat out the imported tea he had just drunk. He covered his mouth and giggled as he looked at Han Zhen.

Han Zhen was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. He was a mature man who was almost thirty years old, yet a five-year-old brat was teaching him how to speak…