Whenever Shi Ying thinks of his Little Heather giving birth to Baobao, he can't help but smile.
His brows and eyes are filled only with tenderness, warmly shedding onto his beloved family members, where is the slightest bit of a businessman's calculation visible?
Everyone continues towards the orchard at the back of the mountain.
Song Zhen and his wife walked hand in hand, Gu Xinzhou gently said, "It would be nice to live here with you into our old age."
Song Zhen laughed and said, "Yes, I also really enjoy the life of a fruit farmer, watering the trees, picking fruits, pruning branches, and holding your hand watching the sunrise and sunset."
Gu Xinzhou's expression slightly changed, smiling: "Let's wait until Little Paopao and Little Tangguo grow up!"
For parents, as long as the kids haven't grown up, there's no end to worrying.
Song Zhen took Gu Xinzhou's small hand out of his palm and changed to hugging her shoulder, holding her with utmost care.
