"Smile for me." He stared at the screen for a while before suddenly making the request.
Lan Yitian, now over fifty, but he's aged gracefully, looking more like a wealthy and dignified man in his thirties.
Compared to his young son Lan Xiu, he's less rebellious, exuding a calm demeanor that only comes with passing years.
The same genetics, yet a totally different charm.
"Why should I smile out of the blue?" Although he asked so, he still curled up his lips in cooperation.
After smiling, he heard his son hum in an unexpressive manner.
"Seeing your wrinkled face, I know it's impossible for me to be looking in the mirror. My taste isn't that bad."
Lan Yitian chuckled and retorted, "Damn kid, are you even my son?"
"Personally, I rather hope I'm not. But the choice doesn't seem to be mine."
Lan Xiu replied nonchalantly, "You're so indiscriminate in your tastes, do your wives know about this?"
