397, meet again

Song Zhen suddenly understood.

The teary eyes she had when he had severed her opportunity to work at the Italian radio station all meant something.

It was not just hatred towards him but also her panic about McDull being exposed.

That shimmer of tears actually bore her years of hard work, sweat, and dreams.

Song Zhen felt a sourness in his nose and thought he had been such a bastard in the past.

But he didn't regret it because, without those past events, he and Gu Xinzhou might not have ended up where they were now, and she wouldn't have become his wife.

McDull dug out his old crayons and found they could still draw.

Thus, the three little ones all gathered together and scribbled on the wall with crayons.

There was one wall in the house specifically left for McDull's doodling, and no matter how much was drawn on it, a gentle wipe with a brush would make it as clean as new, just like the blackboard in a classroom.