Shen Jing only loved to photograph Zhou Luchen's hands and his silhouette from behind; she never took pictures of his face.
Tangtang asked, "Is it because you don't let her?"
Zhou Luchen reflected, his voice so low it was almost nonexistent. "Suppose so."
Tangtang deflated like a balloon and slumped into her child seat. No wonder Mom said I couldn't look for a big brother like Zhou Luchen.
"You're so mean!"
Zhou Luchen suddenly frowned. "Zhou Song, sit up straight."
Knowing Zhou Luchen's limits, the little girl straightened her posture, her back erect, and blurted out in a perfect Beijing accent, "Alright, got it!"
Zhou Luchen spoiled when appropriate, but he could also be very strict. Tangtang was used to it.
「Half an hour later.」
A white Bentley sped into Taihe Middle Court. The nanny was already waiting by the gate. As soon as she saw their car pull steadily into the courtyard, she hurried over to open the door.
