For the first time ever, Leng Ziqing picked up his son from school. Because he hadn't notified Zhang Meimei in advance, they met at the kindergarten gate.
Zhang Meimei looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Of course, to pick up my son," Leng Ziqing replied.
Zhang Meimei frowned, "You've never picked up our son before. Why suddenly today?"
"Can't I just miss my son? I'm planning to take Jiangjiang out to play for a few days, so during these days, I'll be taking care of him."
"No way, you've never looked after him. You don't even know how. Plus, he has school," Zhang Meimei refused outright.
Leng Ziqing's face turned stern, "It's just kindergarten; it's not that important. Besides, he's my son. Aren't you worried I can't take care of my own child?"
Zhang Meimei thought to herself, Of course, I'm worried. You haven't fulfilled your fatherly duties all these years. Why are you suddenly showing up now?
