"I don't want to force him either, but Little Pumpkin... sigh!" Yu Ling shook her head and went to the kitchen to busy herself.
Nan Mufeng instinctively went to coax his son: "Son, your daddy brought you a gift from this business trip. Want to know what it is?"
"I don't want to." Little Pumpkin shrank into the sofa, shaking his head.
Nan Mufeng took out a Transformers toy: "First, take a look, this is your favorite."
Little Pumpkin didn't even touch it; he grabbed a picture book from the sofa: "Daddy, I want to read now, please don't disturb me."
A moment of silence from Nan Mufeng.
He put the Transformers aside, patted his son's head, and went to the study.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Li Qing entered with a paper bag: "Uncle, Auntie, has Little Pumpkin finished school?"
In four years, Li Qing had transformed into a well-known architectural designer in Jiangcheng, her style fashionable, exuding a confident beauty in every gesture.
