"Did your dad admit it? Did he muster up the courage to confess to your mom face-to-face?" Zhang Lingying listened with great interest, urging Leng Jian to continue.
Leng Jian answered with a smile: "No, the one who covered his face and ran away this time was my dad."
"Pfft, hahaha—"
Unable to hold back, Zhang Lingying laughed out loud, clutching her belly.
"Your dad is so adorable!"
"..."
He's your dad too.
Leng Jian lovingly watched the delighted Zhang Lingying, his eyes becoming tender.
Although their dad was introverted and not good with sweet words, he was truly a devoted husband.
Leng Jian remembered that when he was too young to understand what it meant to vie for affection, simply liking to cling to his mom, his dad suddenly taught him very seriously that a man should learn to be independent.
When he grew older and started to vaguely understand that his dad didn't like him always clinging to his mom, his dad began to ask him if he wanted a little sister.
