"Uncle." Pingping saw Zhao Guangran and, excitedly, took the initiative to get out of the pool.
It's important to note that even Zhao Xuran didn't receive such treatment; every time they had to be coaxed out of the pool, it took a lot of effort.
Seeing this, Zhao Xuran was quite annoyed. Even though he often complained about how bad his son was, he was still his son. How could it be like this?
The envy was strong; of course, these were polite words from Zhao Guangran. In truth, he thought if looks could kill, he might not be here.
This is how his big brother is. He constantly despises and scorns his son, but as soon as Pingping treats him well, he gets jealous. Truly, he admires this brother.
"Pingping, how have you been lately?" My goodness, how did he get so tanned? Zhao Xuran really couldn't bear to look directly at Pingping's skin, which had gone beyond a bronze hue.
