Zhuo Xiangqiao looked into Zhuo Jianzhang's eyes, speaking deliberately, his voice so soft that one needed to listen intently to make it out clearly. Still, Zhuo Jianzhang took in every word without missing a single one.
After he had finished, Zhuo Xiangqiao suddenly seemed like a different person, yawning as he spoke to the person sitting in the car, "Alright, the delivery is done, and I should be heading back now."
His delivery was complete, and he had already given his advice. Surely, now he could go back!
Zhuo Jianzhang gave him a sidelong glance, puzzled by his demeanor, which always irritated him. He really didn't know whom he resembled—they surely were not like this!
However, if Liao Yun had heard this, she would definitely have scoffed. To everyone's eyes, among his two sons, the one who resembled him the most was indeed Zhuo Xiangqiao.
