Chapter 149: My Dear Wife

After this search, Martin found that there were many similar problems on the Internet.

The following comments were basically like this:

"How long has the blogger been kneeling and calling him daddy?"

"Impossible, you didn't even ask him to kneel before you knelt down."

"Naive."

"There was once a person who asked this question, and then he died."

What kind of comments were these?

Martin looked at many similar posts and found that they were basically all these comments.

There was also the owner of the post who sent this kind of question to give feedback on the follow-up situation. There was only one sentence, "It's good to be a son, QAQ!"

Martin threw his phone to the side and sat down to start processing the documents.

He could not beat Edward, and he was also in despair.

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Edward spent twenty minutes on the flying car to get home.

Ellena had chased the makeup artists away, but they were not willing to leave.

She could only ask someone to treat them to tea in the living r