What a Mess

"What are you talking about, sir? They're your sons. You are pretty much cursing yourself if you curse them." The woman said softly, "Okay, sir, take it easy again, okay? It's not worth getting mad about it."

Xia Songquan pinched her. "How dare you speak up for those bastards, huh?"

"I just don't want you to be too angry, sir. You will probably be angry again if you realize what I said just now."

"Oh, aren't you sweet? You're really a sweet angel, aren't you? I just can't stop loving you."

"Then let's go back to our room, sir. It's cold here."

"Okay."

Xia Songquan picked her up and walked toward the backyard with big strides.

As they walked past the rooms, they could hear some indescribable sounds from time to time.

As the head of the family, Xia Songquan had long been used to this and didn't care about it at all.