As soon as Tang Luo entered the door, a mobile phone was stuffed into his hand. He was dumbfounded.
Last night, his master had not returned home for the entire night. He had no choice but to run over to look for him. In the end, he was stuffed with a phone and asked to take pictures.
'A family picture…'
'Wait a minute?'
'A family picture?!'
'With his master?'
'Wasn't his family photo taken with the Mo family?'
It wasn't strange for Leng Rongrong to take photos with his master, but what the hell was this child? When did he become a family with the young master and young madam?
"Special Assistant Tang?" Little Nanyu waved his hand in front of Tang Luo for a long time before Tang Luo came back to his senses.
"A family picture?" Tang Luo confirmed again.
"Special Assistant Tang, I have good news for you. They are my parents. In the future, your masters are my parents. Do you understand?"
