C21 My Son's

Zhang Xiaojian's father reached out his hand to touch Lexus, his face filled with pride.

The neighbor's second aunt had just come back from the ground and saw the car at the entrance. She asked, "Oh, whose car is this?"

"My son's." Zhang Xiaojian's father said arrogantly.

"Pull it down. Your son hasn't been back for four years and has already forgotten about you