Although it was a bit far-fetched to use 'art class requires drawing a wedding photo' as an excuse, it wasn't entirely without reason.
Because of this, he didn't interrupt their conversation between mother and son, stood at the doorway listening for a while, then leisurely walked in.
"What's up, Dabai?"
He rubbed his son's soft cheek and bent down to hold him in his arms, "What are you talking about marriage for?"
As soon as Song Dabai snuggled into his daddy's warm embrace, he buried his little head into his warm neck, "Daddy, I want to see your and mommy's wedding photo, when are you going to get married?"
As he spoke, he hooked his arms around Lu Jihan's neck, turned his face to hide on the other side, and whispered, "Daddy, you also want to marry mommy, right?"
Lu Jihan raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head to look.
This little rascal was frowning at him, his eyes gleaming with mischievous light.
