The lunch was sumptuous.
Tingxuan wore a blue suit paired with a white shirt, with his long bangs brushed back.
His handsome features were especially charming in the morning light.
To spend more time with Han Yi during the day, he had to squeeze in time to deal with work.
So, even at the breakfast table, he was constantly on the phone... and then had to look at documents on his laptop.
Zhuang Surong complained a little, "Husband, look at how you've dumped all the work on our son, he's so busy he can hardly manage!"
Father Gong sipped his soy milk while reading the newspaper with his reading glasses on, "Didn't we agree before, that after sixty, all my time is for my wife?"
"But our son is at a crucial time right now, he's so busy he doesn't even have time to have kids! Why don't you take over again for a few more years, and after they have kids, you can step back?"
