Looking at her spirited expression, Lu Xiaofen happily responded, "Indeed, our Guibao is the most beautiful!"
At that moment, Chen Jianjun sneakily used his toes to nudge her daughter's small foot, making Helian Qiao chuckle, "Haha, that tickles! Dad."
The sweet, bubbly laughter seemed to melt hearts.
Watching such a warm scene, Chen Jianye couldn't help but feel a hint of envy.
He then thought about his estranged eldest daughter who wouldn't come home before dark, his young son Xiaobao, and his innocent Jinbao.
Other families were warm and lively, their wives and sons cozy and close-knit, yet his home was cold, no one to talk to.
If it weren't for this, he would not have considered remarrying.
Sighing slightly, he walked away, his back appearing somewhat lonely.
*
Time slipped by like a fleeting horse, in a blink, eight years had passed.
That day, early in the morning, Ma Xiulian was busy in the kitchen.