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Shen Zhaonan patted his son's head and then handed the bouquet to Shen Yibo, "Yibo, shall we give this to Mommy, okay?"

Hearing that it was for Mommy, Little Yibo was naturally very willing, "Okay, okay!"

He took the bouquet from his father's hand and ran towards Dong Yan.

"Mommy, this is for you! Daddy prepared it especially for you."

Dong Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at the bouquet in her son's hand, and took it, "Thank you, baby."

Then she turned around and handed the bouquet to the secretary who followed her, without looking at Shen Zhaonan's offering at all, not even at the moment she took the flowers, she felt as if the thorns were piercing her.

Feeling awkward, Shen Zhaonan raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, then said to Yibo, "Yibo, didn't you say you had another gift for Mommy just now?"

"Oh, right!"

Then Yibo took out a drawing from his backpack and handed it to Dong Yan, "Mommy, this is for you, I learned this in art class today."