Old Mu heard the laughter and cheerful voices from the Zhou Family outside but was filled with infinite hatred in his heart.
However, he quickly seemed to think of something else, letting out a deep sigh, and then lowered his head to get busy.
"Xiao Feng, do you miss daddy?" Zhou Guicheng asked, holding his son with a face full of affection.
"No, I don't."
"You little heartless one, I've been thinking about you every day," Zhou Guicheng pretended to be angry and said.
Zhou Shucheng and others sat on the sofa, watching Zhou Guicheng playfully tease his son.
"You didn't even buy me toys, and yet you ask if I miss you," Zhou Xiaofeng said cunningly.
Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this, and Zhou Guicheng laughed as well, feeling extremely happy.
"The meal is ready, tidy up the table," Old Mu said, coming out from the kitchen.
Zhou Maoshu quickly stood up from the sofa, pulling Old Mu and saying, "Thank you, Uncle Mu, leave the rest to Xiaoju and the others."
