"Yan Rusheng, why are you here? I want to sing with Xuxu." Zhou Shuang tried to pry Xuxu away from Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng prevented her from doing so and smiled. "Carry on singing. We will be your audience."
"I will sing." Zhou Shuang pouted and she began. "Twinkle twinkle little star…"
"Our Jiaojiao loves little red hat." Zhou Shuang chuckled sheepishly to herself and immediately changed the tune. "I'm walking…"
After starting a family, most women's lives revolve around their husbands and children.
Clearly, Zhou Shuang was one of them.
Xuxu was nestled comfortably in Yan Rusheng's arms as she listened to Zhou Shuang singing. She felt sorrowful instead of being cheered up.
"Stop this. We're going home."
Suddenly, a towering figure appeared in front of Zhou Shuang. He held her hand and spoke tenderly to her.
Although, he wasn't as natural or as comfortable as Yan Rusheng.
