"Hahaha."
Lu Xiaobao's words successfully made three people burst into laughter. Yu Ting smiled as she gently touched Xiaobao's head, appreciating the cuteness of his actions.
Meanwhile, Lu Nanchen brought two cups of tea from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table next to the sofa for the parents.
Upon seeing Lu Nanchen, his mother hurriedly waved him over. She excitedly said, "Come here, we mainly wanted to discuss some things with you. Could you grab a pen and paper, and take notes while I talk?"
"Okay."
Once Lu Nanchen had retrieved pen and paper, a conversation lasting over half an hour began.
Four adults were seated in the living room. As Madam Lu spoke, Lu Nanchen jotted down notes. Instead of his usual flowing and elegant handwriting, he was using orderly, clear block letters.
