It seems my timid, chubby father-in-law has been outmaneuvered by someone close to him!
I lay half-reclined on the hard, lumpy wooden bed in the cell, tapping my fingers lightly against the frame, unable to hold back a sigh.
At his age, Shang Xin was usually as sharp as a tack in the business world. How could he become so utterly clueless inside his own estate?
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