Shen Ke laughed, "You can't praise this kid too much. Look at him, acting so cocky with his tail in the air."
"Uncle, you really have a deep prejudice against me. I won't talk to you adults anymore. I'm going to find Ming Jing." Zhao Heng turned and ran into the kitchen.
Elder Theodore Shelby stared at Zhao Heng's retreating figure with a grin, "Ah Ke, how old is little Heng this year?"
Shen Ke replied honestly, "One year older than Ms. Ming Jing, almost eighteen."
Elder Theodore Shelby nodded, "Not bad, not bad."
Seeing his father's meaningful smile, Shen Zhou knew what he was thinking and said unhappily, "Dad, if you're really that bored, I can sign you up for a tour group, and you can go on vacation."
"Nope, hmm, I won't go anywhere until I hold my grandson."
Shen Zhou had a headache and went to the study with Shen Ke.
Elder Theodore Shelby went to the kitchen door and saw the two young people talking and laughing. He nodded in satisfaction.
