322, please cooperate with me later.

Song Zhen embraced Gu Xinzhou's shoulder gently and said, "Okay!"

Gu Xinzhou's mood immediately brightened, and he took the initiative to loop his arm asking, "Have you washed up? Do you want me to make you a fried egg?"

Song Zhen patted her small hand and, feeling uneasy, walked to the door, opened it, and looked inside.

He saw Little Xiahua holding a small bowl, like a little mother, carefully holding the spoon to feed George porridge, and George was smiling, eating spoonful by spoonful.

Song Zhen asked softly, "George, uncle is going to have a meal and will be back soon, is that okay?"

George looked at Song Zhen and nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

Little Xiahua also smiled, "Uncle Song, go ahead, I'll take good care of George!"

George: "Little Xiahua, thank you!"

Song Zhen: "..."

He felt vaguely uncomfortable inside.

Lately, George's demands had been a bit much, and except for him, George wanted no one else, which made Song Zhen very tired but also filled with pride.