At last, Zhuang Yuezhou saw the triumphant light in Qiao Jingchen's eyes, that glitter of excitement laced with smugness, and he wilted.
He left as if he had lost his soul, only managing to sleep for two hours once he got back.
He was thinking about how to explain to the old patriarch.
How to tell the old patriarch that his son preferred men to women?
Zhuang Yuezhou really didn't want to go to the Jiangnan family home.
He was afraid of seeing the disappointment in his father's eyes, no, not disappointment, but despair.
This time, Zhuang Yuezhou really felt that his father would be utterly despairing.
Qin Mofeng frowned as he looked at him for a while, then said, "Alright then, as you wish."
Zhuang Yuezhou stood up to look at him, with a hint of sincere advice in his eyes: "Mofeng, you have a good family background, and excellent personal conditions, don't hang yourself up on one tree."
Qin Mofeng smiled slightly, without commenting.
