When the door of the Sang family opened, Duan Jiaxu had just emerged from a quarrel about debt.
>Warm light poured out from inside the door, and he smiled habitually, but his breath froze when he caught a glimpse of the corner of the sofa——
>The girl wearing a pink plush hoodie huddled up, her eyes wary like a frightened red panda.
>"Hello, kid." He teased her deliberately, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cold IOU in his pocket.
>Until Sang Yan called him an "old man" at the dinner table, the girl suddenly slapped the table and stood up: "Brother is not old!"
>Duan Jiaxu's hand holding the food was hanging in the air.
>The frozen corner in the chest was crushed by the little claw.
