"Bo Liang is back... It must've been tough outside. An'an and Bo Qing are upstairs in the studio... Do you want to go take a look?"
"I better not, I don't want to affect An Ge's mood..."
In this respect, Bo Liang is very self-aware.
Zhang Lin covered her mouth and chuckled.
"You... You're going to spoil An'an rotten... Well, go have a seat on the sofa for a bit... I'll go finish cooking, just two more dishes to go."
"Okay, mom, you carry on. I won't sit down. Although I can't go into the studio to disturb An'an, I'll just stand by the door and watch her paint from afar."
With that, Bo Liang's tall figure headed toward the staircase.
Zhang Lin watched Bo Liang's back with immense satisfaction.
This second son-in-law of mine, he's as good as the younger one.
I really like them both...
...
Bo Liang walked to the studio door and looked through the window at the scene inside.
An Ge was quietly painting while Bo Qing was silently reading a book.
