The Duke of England felt somewhat nervous.
He was afraid his son wouldn't recognize him.
However, he didn't show a trace of it on his face. Holding his riding crop, he strode inside.
Jiang Youzhi stood there, watching the Duke of England step by step as he came in.
Jiang Zhongxing walked up to Jiang Youzhi, suddenly unable to utter a word.
During the past few days on the road, he had thought of many things he wanted to say to his son, but at this moment, he couldn't say a single word.
His lips quivered slightly, tears burst forth uncontrollably.
Jiang Youzhi originally had some dissatisfaction with this father.
Not only was he dissatisfied with his father, but he was equally displeased with Lady Wu.
What kind of parents were they?
The mother only knew how to act on impulse, having such a big belly, and yet daring to run around in a carriage without considering the consequences?
