Not to mention him, even Su Chaotian’s own son Su Zijian.

The family status cannot be compared with Su Zilin.

Since childhood, Su Zijian has been beaten countless times.

Where is Su Zilin?

Not once.

"This cup..." Su Wen found a seat to sit down, looked at the fragments of the bone porcelain teacup placed on the table, and his eyelids thrust hard.

He is more knowledgeable than Su Zihui.

Of course, it is better to see how scary this hand is.

In fact, since Su Zihui was just being cleaned up, he has been paying attention to this side.

Although this little bastard is indeed quite capable of causing trouble.

But no matter what, that is his son, right?

"The quality of this cup seems to be a little bad." Lin Chu sighed.

Can I still not know whether this cup is of good quality?

Su Wen's mouth twitched hard.

But he didn't say much, waved his hand and signaled the maid next to him to come and clean up.

In a short while, a brand new bone porcelain tea cup was sent by a maid.

A light green swayed in the teacup.

"Lianjiazi?"

Su Wen spoke and asked.

Lin Chu looked up, looked at the middle-aged man, and smiled: "It's because he is born with strong hands."

The ordinary answer even tastes like a little bit of wanting to die of chatting.

Just now, Su Chaotian chatted with him and then came together.

Although this is a very reasonable thing.
Chapter completed!