Hanhan nodded and also walked towards Rong Sinan.
"Come here, little guy." Rong Sinan patted the spot beside him.
"Uncle."
Hanhan called out to him once before climbing onto the sofa to sit down. That serious look made Rong Sinan seem to see a childhood Rong Mo Chen.
Rong Sinan's gaze fixed on Hanhan's small face for a while, a surge of indescribable emotion flooding his heart.
By nearly six, Jin Jumo had finished preparing dinner, and Gu Yan "diligently" helped Jin Jumo carry dish after dish to the table, even arranging them into pleasing shapes.
When Rong Mo Chen returned, he saw Gu Yan bringing out everyone's bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, his dark eyes squinting slightly.
Gu Yan was taken aback, but then smiled mischievously, lifting the bowls and chopsticks in his hand as if to say, "Look, Boss Rong, I'm not just eating for free here!"
"Mo Chen." Hearing the voice from the living room, Rong Mo Chen turned his gaze over.
