Translator: Pika

  Sang Qian was completely confused. What the heck were these two talking about? “If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat. I’m bloody starving.”


  Sang Hong gave his son a furious look. “Even Zu An can tell, why can’t you? Are you inferior to him in this area as well?”


  Sang Qian was stunned, and at the same time, extremely unhappy. His father had kept on praising Zu An all this while, almost as if he was his son instead. He was totally fed up with this...