Every time Dabao climbed onto his back, he would gently take the child down and then let him climb up and down again. This interaction made Zeng Qiang feel the joy of family and also let him experience the happiness of being a grandfather.

Just then there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Open the door, open the door."

Zeng Cheng frowned when he heard Zeng Weiwei's voice, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He slowly stood up and prepared to open the door.

However, Wang Xiaolan stopped him and said softly, "Brother, let me open the door." After that, she quickly walked towards the door.

Wang Xiaolan came to the door, took a deep breath, then grasped the door handle and gently pulled it. The door slowly opened, revealing Zeng Weiwei standing outside.

Zeng Weiwei's eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. She stared at Wang Xiaolan as if she wanted to see through her.

She asked bluntly: "Wang Xiaolan, you are not the daughter of the Zeng family at all. Do you think you can fool everyone? Unfortunately, you can't fool me." Her tone was sharp and harsh, with an unconcealable resentment.

A hint of determination flashed in Wang Xiaolan's eyes, and she stared straight at Zeng Weiwei, as if she wanted to see through him.

At this moment, Zeng Weiwei, under Wang Xiaolan's gaze, couldn't help but feel a surge of fear and unease. She felt as if she were under an invisible pressure, unable to escape. This feeling made her heart beat faster and her breathing quicken.

Facing Wang Xiaolan's sharp gaze, Zeng Weiwei began to feel a little overwhelmed. Her eyes flickered, and she didn't dare to meet her gaze, and finally chose to lower her head.

She tried to avoid Wang Xiaolan's sight in this way, but Zeng Weiwei realized that Wang Xiaolan's eyes seemed to reveal her suspicion of her.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, but this smile was filled with a hint of provocation and disdain.