cynicism

Lin Lu looked at Chen Zixu and the red afterglow on his son's head, and suddenly smiled. He said frankly, "Old Xue, I should actually thank Duan Ming."

Xue Feng didn't quite understand, but following his gaze, he immediately understood: "It seems to say that...it's true."

"Lin Shu is a beautiful accident, and Zixu is my destiny."

Xue Feng groaned, moved his gaze to the left, looked at An Le and Xue Yi and said, "What about me?"

"What about you? I can feel that you are overflowing with happiness, what else do you want?"

"To be honest, we brothers always thought you were a cynical bastard, but we were all wrong." Xue Feng nodded, Lin Lu was right.

Lin Lu snorted, and said disdainfully, "They are the cynical bastards, so let's live the most serious life, okay?"

Xue Feng raised his eyes: "What did you say? We live the most serious life? Are you sure you are not the most serious?"

"It's all the same." Lin Lu said.