"Yes, I'll only listen to Wenmo."
"...Never mind, you understand. Just don't say this in front of others."
Wen Mo let out a long sigh and got up to go to the kitchen to make dinner. He was hungry after chatting for so long, and Xia Lian followed him like a penguin.
"My dad will probably be coming over in a bit."
Wen Mo said casually, glancing briefly at what food was in the refrigerator.
"Uncle, are you coming?"
"Okay, just let me know. I'll go to the door to meet him in a bit."
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. The moment Wen Mo saw the contact name, he knew what was going on and got up to walk towards the entrance.
"Why bother making a phone call when you can just knock on the door?" Wen Mo opened the door.
"I was just worried you two hadn't gotten out of school yet, so I called to check." Wen Yiquan came in carrying a large bag, rubbing his lower back with a slightly tired expression. "Getting old, I feel tired just carrying this little bit."
Xia Lian hid behind Wen Mo. When she saw that the person who came was Wen Yiquan, she moved over to him and helped carry the bag.
"I'll help, Uncle."
"No need to trouble you, just let Wenmo bring it."
Seeing this, Wen Yiquan quickly stopped him and handed the bag to Wen Mo.
Wen Mo rolled her eyes at him, but still took the bag and put it on the table. After clapping her hands, she untied the knot on top, and the contents immediately caught Wen Yiquan's attention.
Most of them are cute decorations, like stars and moons, lamps, curtains, tablecloths, and even wallpaper, but this style is clearly not compatible with Wen Mo's taste.
Wen Yiquan compared the contents of the bag with his son and gave him a slightly disdainful look.
"What kind of taste do you have?"
"Uh, but Xiaolian really likes this style."
"...I knew you had good taste."
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