“Didn’t you buy dessert?”Ye Zhuo asked.
“Aunty said she would give up dessert for you.”Cen Shaoqing’s thin lips opened slightly. “You can’t eat anymore today.”
“Anyway, my mother isn’t here right now.”Ye Zhuo said.
“Eating too much candy is indeed bad for your body. You have to learn to control yourself.”Cen Shaoqing reached out and rubbed ye Zhuo’s head. “Why are you acting like a child?”
“You’re the one acting like a child.”Ye Zhuo continued, “Cen Shaoqing, do you feel that you’re becoming more and more like a person?”
“Like who?”Cen Shaoqing raised his head and asked.
Ye Zhuo smiled slightly. “My Dad.”
Lin Jincheng often said the same thing.
Why are you acting like a child.
“Nonsense.”Cen Shaoqing pinched her face.
“I’m serious,”ye Zhuo continued, “Just from the manner and tone of your voice, you look exactly like my father.”
Cen Shaoqing was thirty-three this year.
He was not much older than Lin Jincheng.
