Not of Our Clan

What Xie Shihao didn't know was that Gu Qingye had also treated Xie Jiuhan as his life goal since he was young. He wanted to become a man like him, so he had been imitating Xie Jiuhan since he was young. However, imitations were always imitations and could never be surpassed.

"Xie Shihao, if you want to die, just say it. I don't mind satisfying you." Gu Qingye's veins twitched.

Xie Shihao curled his lips. "Pay attention to the occasion. My uncle is still here. Do you want to attract his special attention?"

Gu Qingye : "…"

Just as the two of them were quarreling, Xie Jiuhan finally walked to the center of the first row and sat down. Xie Yuhuan sat directly beside him. There was a smile on her old face. She enjoyed the feeling of being watched by everyone.