Watching the two of them being so affectionate, Zhan Lingtao felt so aggrieved he wanted to cry. Don't you want your kid anymore?
Everyone else takes family portraits, why am I the only one left out? I want to be on the screen saver too!
However, nobody noticed the subtle grievance of a five-year-old boy.
Ou Lan cursed herself a thousand times in her heart for her stupidity, while Moxiao mentally planted a garden full of roses deep inside himself; he really felt like he had found the feeling of being in love.
Just after setting the screen saver, Zhan Moxiao's phone rang. It was a call from the Zhan Residence.
Zhan Moxiao didn't avoid it and immediately answered, "Hello?"
The voice of Old Master Zhan, Zhan Juncheng, came from the other end of the line. "Moxiao, come home tonight. Grandfather has something to ask you."
"Okay."
