"Mm-hmm!" Xiao Chengjun nodded his head vigorously, his big eyes twinkling!
Xiao Qingcang's mind suddenly flashed back to the woman from last night, recalling her pitiful, round eyes, her cute pouting lips, and... her pleading cries!
Today, when she saw him, she was quite cold!
He wondered which version was the real her.
Xiao Qingcang's facial expression suddenly became much softer.
The dining room fell silent once more, even quieter than the study room.
Little Junjun pouted and complained, "Dad, our house is really too quiet. Auntie says our home is as silent as a temple."
"Oh, then you can turn on the TV!" Xiao Qingcang came back to his senses and offered a solution!
Little Junjun muttered, "The TV has sound, but it has no emotion!"
"So, are you suggesting I find you a stepmother?" Xiao Qingcang furrowed his brow, giving the matter serious thought. "I will consider this request very carefully!"