"Ningning, did you wash your hands clean?" Seeing the little child run towards the kitchen right after putting down the junk, Zhan Xi , who was chopping wood in the yard, felt a twitch in his eyelids and stopped the child. "Dad, Ningning was…
Continue ReadingAt noon, he could buy Ling Qi a separate meal—this way, nothing would go to waste. As Zhan Xi efficiently packed up the pot’s leftovers, Ling Qi frowned again. As the two of them chatted, An Nuo , sitting nearby, couldn’t help feeling like a third wheel.…
Continue ReadingIn other words, the unusual link between Ningning 's mental energy consumption and his chubby body might have something to do with his biological father. However, more important than the biological father is Zhan Xi . Without Zhan Xi's hard work ra…
Continue ReadingThe little child had put in a great deal of effort to translate the letter, but in the end, he was so furious that he was practically fuming. Clutching the letter, he was just about to collapse onto the bed in anger when footsteps sounded at the door. The l…
Continue ReadingWith the little child’s father handling his studies, they could focus on other things. The two chatted a bit more about the little child’s dad before finally getting back to work. Ling Qi didn’t do any heavy labor; he was in charge of bookkeeping. Th…
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