Lying on Wenxin's bed.
Holding a voluptuous beauty.
Then looking at the little angel sleeping in the stroller.
Sun Dasheng instantly felt that if this scene had been in his past, it would have been something he dreamt of, wouldn't it?
What he once sought but couldn't get, now just a wave of a hand and it's within reach.
All of this circles back to one word: money.
Indeed, money gives a man courage.
With money, a man's courage can be as vast as the sky.
Wishing to gather all good things to oneself.
Wu Xiaoli leaned contently against the man's shoulder, seeing him stare blankly at the crib with their daughter, she smiled at the corner of her eyes.
"Doesn't it feel like time flies by too fast? In the blink of an eye, our little one has grown so much?"
"Yes, the little one grows so fast. In the blink of an eye, she's gone from fitting in my palm to walking and calling me dad."
Sun Dasheng expressed with emotion.
