The still chubby little boy clutched the controller, his chin raised slightly, his words not matching his thoughts.
Of course, compared with Fan Xun's obedient and sensible appearance, staying up late to study like a little pitiable figure, Tang Wenhuo just wanted to kick his brother on the behind.
Look at others—can't you learn to compete for affection with some high intelligence?
At this moment, the sound of a door lock clicking could be heard.
Several people looked over together, then stood up.
At the entrance, Tang Chuang opened the door, and Zhang Zhi carefully stepped in, holding her tiny charge. The two paused at the doorway, then turned to look outside.
Little Bun had fallen asleep in the Rong Family's car, and to avoid disturbing her, Tang Chuang and Zhang Zhi simply took the Rong Family's car back.
Just then, the elegant young man in a Tang Suit stood outside, insisting on seeing them to their side before politely nodding to them and then turning to leave.
