Without waiting for Charles to answer, he continued to ask, "Has she remarried now?"
Charles' handsome old face turned dark.
In his heart, he cursed: What nonsense remarriage, she hasn't even married me yet, who else would dare to marry her in this world?
Having been questioned consecutively, Mr. Charles was now very unhappy, and he shook his head expressionlessly, "No."
Then he looked at Ji Chicheng's face full of doubt, and played the affection card, "Chicheng, I am your father, you are Chicheng Charles, my son. Whether it's the blood type or the tendency to low blood sugar, we are so similar."
"What part of me doesn't seem like your father? Or where am I not good?"
Wouldn't it work if I changed?
Ji Chicheng glanced at him indifferently, thinking that he looked nothing like his father, not a bit good.
He said nothing.
At this moment, a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the door.
Charles turned his head to look at the door, responding coldly, "Come in."
