Gu Xiaobei pouted, pretending to be jealous, and said, "That's supposed to be my place."
Lu Zhanguo didn't say anything, but there was a smile in his eyes as he carried Xiaopang and sat down on the sofa.
Only then did Mo Wang snuggle up, leaning against Lu Zhanguo's leg, looking at her father with a beaming smile.
"You're back, let's go to the courtyard for dinner tonight, shall we?" Gu Xiaobei also sat down and suggested.
"Hmm, let's take a day off on Sunday and buy some summer clothes for Xiaopang and the others, Xiaopang's dresses are getting a bit small." Lu Zhanguo stretched out the little skirt on his daughter's body, which only reached her thighs, looking like a small umbrella.
Gu Xiaobei's eyes twitched. She had specially made this new dress for Xiaopang at the tailor shop this year, thinking it was very cute. And the capris on Mo Wang were made intentionally short. In Lu Zhanguo's eyes, all these clothes were too small.
