Wang Nuo also followed with a smile.
Zhang Gengshan stood to the side with a faint smile, observing Zhang Yan who was left out, and indeed, his expression didn't look too good. Seeing him like this would probably brighten his mood a bit.
The look in Zhang Yan's eyes was like a layer of frost, sitting without expression and drinking tea. Since their acquaintance, he had hardly ever shown him a friendly face, always being the one ignored. Looking at her protruding belly, his gaze fell on Jiujiu's delicate and fair little face. He had not seen Mo Heng many times, but he still remembered his stunning beauty to this day. Did this daughter resemble him?
Imagination was one thing, but seeing with one's own eyes was quite another.
