The white-haired old man finally understood what was with the familiar feeling he had felt time and time again. They had the same faces, so wasn't he their biological father? Even the ability to anger Shui Yueqing to death was exactly the same as the three little idiots that almost angered him to death. To be precise, the three little idiots were exactly the same as him.
He had wondered more than once what kind of father could teach such an infuriating son. Now, he understood that the answer was a father who was equally infuriating! In the past, he really wanted to see the father of the three little idiots, but now he felt that it was better not to.
