Yan Baixi didn't hold back either, smiling as he sat down, conveniently taking the seat next to Jin Yan.
Jin Yan opened his breakfast, smiling: "Is this from that shop in the north of the city, the millet porridge I like?"
"Yeah, didn't you say you wanted it yesterday."
"Thank you!"
"There's no need to be polite between us!"
Yan Baixi looked at Little Chenmo again: "Chenmo, would you like a bowl?"
Little Chenmo nodded: "Sure, Daddy."
To outsiders, the interaction among the three seemed like a cozy family of three.
Clearly, he was the child's father, yet Tao Siran felt like an outsider. His face had turned to zero degrees, dropping into an icy chill, faintly exuding an air of hostility.
But Jin Yan hadn't noticed yet, merely smiled at Tao Siran and asked, "How's the new album coming along?"
"Pretty smoothly," Yan Baixi replied, then asked, "And you? Has Yangyang got any roles for you lately?"
