Hearing Zhang Lan's words, Zhou Yu was extremely surprised. "Ah, she indeed picked up money from the street?"
As they spoke, Zhang Lan had already pulled Zhou Yu into the main room.
"Father!"
Seeing that Zhou Yu had returned, the two little ones who were practicing calligraphy with Zhou Xiaoli immediately stood up from their stools.
After all, Zhou Junjun was older and a boy. He was much more mature than before so he merely stood and greeted him.
On the other hand, Zhou Xiaoyu rushed over like a small cannonball.
Zhou Yu hurriedly bent down and picked the little one up. He smiled and said, "Why are you racing around like a little crazy girl?"
Although he said that she was a little crazy girl, his face and eyes were filled with smiles.
Ever since they left the Zhou family, the two children had become much more cheerful and lively.
As a father, he felt joy and heartbroken at the same time.
