Tang Wenhuo was sitting on the living room sofa, with a computer set on the coffee table.
Old Master Tang sat opposite him, his expression equally serious.
It was as if there was some major decision to be announced.
Tang Micheng couldn't sit still anymore, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the stairs, wondering what Tang Chuang was saying to the Little One upstairs, looking a bit upset and angry.
"So, Grandpa, what do you think of this one?"
Tang Micheng finally couldn't resist speaking up, the nine-year-old boy was the youngest in the family, once spoiled to no bounds, and had never experienced many parenting troubles, "It's just a kindergarten, why not just choose the most expensive one? If it has good facilities and regular video updates, why do we need to discuss so long and debate over each one?"
Tang Micheng didn't understand.
The moment the young boy's words escaped his lips, Old Master Tang and Tang Wenhuo turned their gazes toward him.
