Zhihao was way moody whenever anything involved his mother, he wouldn't get along with such kinds of people. For Feihao, she was aloof and nonchalant, while Minghao just followed Zhihao's words, and Tinghao, he didn't seem to actually care about the guests; he had seen his eyes shine differently when looking at his mother and no one else. Other people's existence felt like they were just some decorations in his eyes and they will never light them just the way his mother's presence does.
The kids had just settled down when they heard a familiar voice calling them over.