On the way to the dining hall, An Xinyuan continued his act.
Hopping and skipping, "Dinner, dinner time."
"Eat up, grow tall."
The house servants couldn't help but feel helpless and pity, reminiscing about when everyone envied the talented young man from the provincial city, who had become like this today.
Finally, they arrived at the dining hall.
As soon as An Xinyuan saw his father sitting in the main seat, he almost couldn't carry on acting, a flash of tears in his eyes, but when he saw An Zhe, the hatred in his heart completely overwhelmed his grievance.
'Mr. Gu was right, it has to be a lethal strike!'
'Otherwise, if father softens his heart, how will my five years of suffering be avenged?'
"Ah, big brother is here, dad, let's eat," An Zhe faced An Xinyuan with a feigned respect and care, but he placed a dinner plate on the ground beside him, "Be good, big brother, eat your meal, and don't spill your food again."
An Daozhong looked on, distressed but helpless.