The room was warm, and the nanny brought the freshly awakened little An'an down. The moment little An'an saw Song Zhen, she broke into a smile, a smile just like Yunxi's when she was young.
Instantly, Song Zhen's gloomy mood brightened up.
He took little An'an into his arms and said in a warm voice, "You, when you grow up, you're just like your daddy, a smiling tiger! A little guy playing dumb to outsmart others! Smiling like a little Buddha, haha."
Lu Xunzhi was also especially fond of little An'an: "You can't argue that the child has a good temperament, smiling all day long, really just like Yunxi when she was little."
Gu Xinzhou: "Otherwise, how could she be one's own?"
She got up and took An'an over: "You'd better talk with Dad, see how things can be solved. The big day is approaching, and it's too unfair for the kids to have a row."
