At dinner time, the Chu Family's dining table was laden with exquisite dishes, yet the atmosphere hung heavy with an oppressive gloom.
Chu Hao poked at the rice in his bowl with a distracted air, opening his mouth a few times to speak, only to swallow his words again.
Chu Jixiong put down his chopsticks and glared at him with a dark expression. "If you have something to say, spit it out! What kind of pathetic stutter is that?"
Chapter 350