"Jin Chenyu, what do you think of me?" Shen Jiake shouted at the man standing calmly at the door in a hissing voice. He covered his face with his hands. He was afraid that Jin Chenyu would see his tears as they fell...
"Uncle, can we make a deal with you?" The serious Milkman said something in Jin Chenyu's ear, and a smile appeared on Jin Chenyu's stern face. He touched Milkman's head and looked at Milkman's disgusted face indifferently.