"I understand," Yin Zhan nodded solemnly. It's just that the old lady has always wanted a grandson, and I'm afraid she'll be completely disappointed this time. Fortunately, she still has a grandson." Yin Zhanjiang's gaze fell on Xiao-Xiaoye's head.
"Tingjun's father, you have tingjun, but he hasn't been happy these days." Shanshan blinked her big eyes.
Yin Zhan's heart ached when he heard that. Tingjun was naughty but sensible. It was a pity that he was his nephew instead of his son. Since he had taken him out of the orphanage, it was a comfort to raise him like a son.
