Unexpectedly, Gu Chengyi had already noticed the furrowed brows. He stared intently at the basket, lost in thought. Something's not right; there must be something in that basket, and it must be something good. Otherwise, why would they hide it from us?
He saw the fifth child staring at the basket, drooling. Turning his thoughts, what treasure could it be? Could it be some snacks secretly hidden for the fifth child's extra meal again? Thinking this way, he lost interest. He was used to his parents' favoritism. Aren't the third and fourth also their sons? But when it comes to the fifth, aren't they sidelined?
