Li Tanglu let out a long sigh, his hands almost covering his face, vividly displaying his awkward embarrassment.
A 76-year-old man, in such a state, made Liu Zhizhong somewhat unable to bear watching.
But Xiang Wenxin was really capricious and wilful, she even whispered softly, "If he's not the nephew, then he must be the grandson, right?"
Li Tanglu, with a miserable look, stared directly at Xiang Wenxin, "Second Miss, he's not the grandson, he's my own son... my own son... how embarrassing, oh my heavens..."
Tears started streaming down his face, making him look so pitiful.
Liu Zhizhong and Xiang Wenxin gasped, exchanging stunned looks—they were indeed shocked!
Liu Zhizhong quickly stood up, grabbed some tissues from the coffee table, and handed them to Li Tanglu.
He didn't know what to say.
