Lu Beichen's expression changed a little, gripping the little woman's hand tighter, then said, "Nian Nian, don't be rude, why are you holding Sister Xiyao's hand all the time?"
Only then did Lu Sinian look at his old dad, Lu Beichen's expression was even colder. He then released his hand and clenched his fist before asking, "Then, what gift did you bring me?"
Gu Xiyao smiled as she opened the bag in her hand and took out a large photo frame. "This is a photo taken when you were two years old, with Sister Xiyao holding you. I turned it into an oil painting to give to you. Nian Nian, do you like it?"
Lu Sinian pouted, suddenly feeling like crying. He hugged the photo frame and nodded, "I really like it!"
"As long as you like it!" Gu Xiyao tilted her head and looked down at him, showing a satisfied smile.
"Don't just stand there, sit down!" Zhang Huiqin instructed, and only then did Gu Xiyao and Ning Zesheng sit down to the side.
