This was clearly their bedroom, yet he could not have his name.
He even had to be driven out.
The wife he couldn't hold, the little daughter he couldn't kiss, didn't he deserve a place at all?!
Tang Chuang was discontent, and then, under his wife's gaze, he silently stepped back two paces and closed the door for the family's most precious treasures.
Just then, around the corner, Tang Yichen hurriedly turned and prepared to go downstairs.
The man, who spent years researching away from sunlight, had skin so pale it gleamed, his aura cold and detached from worldly smoke and fire. Clearly, he had heard everything he should and shouldn't have, and at that moment, the expression on his handsome face was quite subtle.
"Big brother."
After a moment, he softly greeted Tang Chuang, who was somewhat rigid.
He recalled the image of Tang Chuang in front of his younger brothers.
