When Zhai Yanjun came home, he was humming a tune unfamiliar to everyone in this family. It was actually a song from Fantasy! His favorite group! Of course, it was his favorite, his brother was a part of it. He had been often listening to their songs whenever he was tired.
"Oh, you're home!"
Zhai Yanjun looked at his father who appeared from the kitchen wearing an apron around his waist and raised his brows at him.
"Dad?" Zhai Yanjun called out in surprise.
"Yeah, it's me! Why? Did you already forget your father's face?" asked Zhai Kuijun, a little unhappily.
Zhai Yanjun shrugged, "I remember you all too well."
"Oh, our Junjun is home," Grandmother Zhai came from inside to meet her grandson and hugged him. "Oh, my poor grandson has gotten so thin again."
Zhai Yanjun frowned, "I really didn't." But he knew it was useless. According to his Grandmother, he was always thin. He couldn't do anything about it.
