"Of course, I've gotten really good at writing your dad's name." Wen Xiao'ai said proudly.
The little one looked at Jun Moyan and asked Wen Xiao'ai persistently, "Is that the only name you can write?"
Wen Xiao'ai beamed, "Yep~"
The little one: "..."
Jun Moyan glanced smugly at the slightly upset little one, thinking: Kiddo, I'm the dad!
Wen Xiao'ai slowly adapted to the little one going to kindergarten to learn. While she looked at his drawings, she had to accept that he was making friends.
After all, she still had Jun Moyan by her side.
The flowers in the east and west courtyards were tended with great care, blooming brightly, even the trees seemed greener than previous years, and even the birds on the branches chirped more merrily.
The usually quiet father and son started talking more, and the serene Wu Garden gradually regained its liveliness, with their cheerful voices heard every day.
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