C44 Trouble again
When Du Shaofu brought over some food from the kitchen, night had already fallen. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight shone like white silk. It was not August fifteenth, but the moonlight today was very bright.
The father and son sat down in silence.
Du Tingxuan reeked of alcohol. He raised his head and took another swig, then passed the wine jug to Du Shaofu and asked
