"Honey, why are you so absent-minded today? Is it because you're worried about the group?"
During dinner, his wife Wang Wan noticed Yang Fan's odd behavior and couldn't help but ask.
Yang Fan was startled for a moment and smiled bitterly, "I thought I hid it pretty well."
After speaking, Yang Fan paused for a moment, then asked:
"Honey, are you satisfied with our current life?"
"I am satisfied."
Wang Wan showed a gentle smile: "Our family can be together every day, and we don't have to worry about making a living. I am very satisfied with our life now."
"Daddy, I'm satisfied too."
Their five-year-old son raised his hand and said in a childish voice: "If you buy me a model of a super battleship to play with, I'd be even more satisfied."
"You little rascal."
Yang Fan rubbed his son's head with his hand, his eyes dimmed slightly. If the family is satisfied with life, should I really change our current lifestyle?
"But I know you are not satisfied."
