At this moment, Xiang Jingsheng stared at his son, barely daring to breathe.
It was also at this moment that he fully understood his son had grown up.
He lowered his head sadly: "You were an exceptional child from a young age, so I'm not surprised you saw through it. I just don't want you to think too poorly of the matters between me and her, because everything is not like your mother said."
Xiang Yuan gazed at his father: "Regarding those years, are you willing to talk about it with your son? Actually, four years ago when you introduced Shi Haoran to me, now it seems it wasn't a coincidence."
Xiang Jingsheng turned his back and drew out another cigar.
He had been a man of great self-control for years, smoking only one cigar each night, but tonight he subconsciously wanted to rely on tobacco.
Xiang Yuan noticed but didn't remind his father. Everyone has moments of helplessness and wanting to lean on outside forces.
