150 Little Zhou

Feng Mian had already listened to Lisa's stories a few times in the past. For her, it was already more than enough stories that were stuffed into her head. She might like stories, but too many would make it hard for her to remember them all.

Shen Xia nodded. "We can listen at other times. Hey Little Zhou, greets Aunty Zhang."

The boy raised his head. He had black hair and dark eyes, which made Feng Mian recalled Old Zhou. If not because the old man had started to gain white hair, she had the feeling that the two of them would look similar.

"Hmph." Little Zhou humped and turned his head.

"Zhou Ling!" Shen Xia reprimanded.

The boy, Zhou Ling, ignored his mother's voice. He moved his blocks again. He was going to build a castle with his blocks.

Shen Xia looked at Feng Mian sheepishly. "Well, he's a bit willful at times."