Su Li heard that voice, and couldn't help but tense up, instinctively gripping Tuanzi's small hand.
Tuanzi sat in the car's dedicated child seat, touching it up and down with delight, "Was this specially bought for me? It's really nice."
Feng Huaijin was driving the car, and said in a deep voice, "You're too noisy, shut up."
Tuanzi didn't know who he inherited it from, but he was extremely lively and restless, twisting around from time to time and looking around with his eyes.
After much difficulty, they finally arrived at Feng Huaijin's grandparents' house, Su Li looked over, the evening gradually beginning to enter summer was not completely dark, adorned with a few stars.
The house presented a Chinese architectural style, yet was filled with the scholarly elegance of literati. Walking along the central bluestone path, both sides were flanked by various types of trees and flowers.
