It's hard to believe that a grumpy little pufferfish can be so docile unless you see it with your own eyes.

Zhong Jiayi felt she should hold back, but she couldn't hide the tears and grievances she felt when she saw her father.

Zhong Ssu-nien adhered to the Zhong family's policy of raising boys in a rough and unrefined manner, and he rarely came back to visit. After all, father and son rarely had any casual conversations unless necessary.

Moreover, Zhong Jiarui was raised in this way, and in the eyes of Zhong Sinian and the Zhong family, Zhong Jiarui was indeed impeccable.

Calm and hardworking, quick-witted and sharp.

But who can know what Zhong Jiayi was thinking at her age?

It's just that we've all grown up now, so the past is the past forever.

The atmosphere in the Zhong family reached an unprecedented level of harmony and warmth today.

The next day, when Xiao Anman saw Zhong Jiayi, she received a bright smile from him for the first time ever.

As the clouds parted and the fog cleared, Liang Jingjing's smile shone brightly in Xiao Anman's eyes.

Seeing such a cheerful smile on Zhong Jiayi's face surprised not only Xiao Anman, but also Teacher Dou Dou, who had been taking care of them for so long.

It seems that Zhong Jiayi has changed a lot during this period. If you brush away the dark haze in his eyes, he already looks like Jia Rui.

The two brothers don't actually look very similar, but the way they look at each other makes it obvious that they are brothers.

After a happy day at kindergarten, Xiao Anman and Zhong Jiayi sat in their classroom, each eating a lollipop. They were dismissed early today because the driver hadn't arrived yet, so they waited in the classroom.

"Sparkling, I'm going to have a mom soon."

Sitting on the little yellow duck stool, Xiao Anman, with a lychee-flavored lollipop in his mouth, mumbled something indistinctly.

The evening light shone on her pretty little face, as if a divine glow had been cast upon it.

Although Zhong Jiayi only felt his father's love yesterday, he still felt somewhat resistant to the word "mother," just as he had worried before: what if Xiao Anman's mother treated her badly?

This little idiot sometimes seems alright, but most of the time he's not very reliable.

Zhong Jiayi, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at her with a hint of worry.

This worry was perfectly natural; it was impossible to tell that he had once despised this silly little thing in front of him.

"Liangjingjing, you haven't met Aunt Shuangshuang yet, have you?"

Solo took a bite of a lollipop, and Xiao An asked him with a smile.

"It's not like she's going to become my mother. I've never seen anything like it."

Zhong Jiayi was disdainful. No matter what kind of woman she was, she would never treat her like her real mother would.

"Aunt Shuangshuang is a very nice person, I like her."

Smiling, little An'an seemed unfazed and continued speaking.

"...Yeah?"

Zhong Jiayi looked down at the toes of her shoes; they were speckled with dust.

I heard that some of the kids in their class have strict mothers, and if they do something wrong or get their clothes dirty, they will get scolded by their mothers when they get home.

He had never had this experience before.

I wonder if that Aunt Shuangshuang that the silly boy mentioned will ever come back to be.

"yes."

Xiao An was completely focused; she believed things would only get better in the future.

It wasn't just them, but also the people around her.

"oh."

That's good, but don't expect him to comfort her when she gets yelled at and cries.