Gong Zhuang was already waiting on the road into the city, having calculated the time early on.
Sister Jiaxin and Jia Ming kept looking around in the car, "Dad, when will Uncle and the others arrive?"
Jia Ming took out a meat bun from the thermal box, "Dad, do you want one?"
Gong Zhuang glanced at his son, feeling rather helpless, "You could eat a little less."
His son wasn't this chubby before; how did he get so round now?
Gong Zhuang used to think it was fine for his son to gain a little weight, showing the family was well off, but now looking at his son's almost plump body and then thinking of Gong Ruwen's strong build, it really distressed him.
Eat less? Here it goes again. After stuffing the bun into his mouth, Jia Ming slowly leaned towards Jiaxin.
Son, do you even know how big you are? No matter how you wriggle, you draw attention.
"Stop moving, you can't hide that you look like a bear." Sigh, the more he looked, the worse it seemed.
