Song Chuyi facepalmed and reminded her: "I'm not asking you to pick a model. This is my wife."
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's an occupational habit." Rong Chang returned his phone and thought about how the two brothers ignored each other when Song Chulang came to visit her a couple of days ago. She couldn't help but ask, "She doesn't look so disgusting; there's no need for your brother to dislike her that much."
"Yeah." Song Chuyi frowned. "If you're not going to do something about this, I'm going to go all out against my brother."
There was finally a sense of guilt on Rong Chang's face. The two brothers turned out like this because she didn't fulfill her role as a mother. "I also talked to him when your brother came before, but he didn't say anything. If only he listened to me. Your brother is becoming more and more like your dad."