Jiang Mansion
Tang Wan was painting a portrait of her son. She was very good at drawing jewelry, flowers, birds, insects, and fish, but her skills in portraits were a bit lacking. No matter how she tried, she could never capture the feeling she wanted.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Ruan Mengxi, which included a photo full of local specialties, all bought for her.
There were also some special small toys, which she said outright were for her godson.
[You still have time for shopping. It seems like Zeyan is getting along well with your uncle.] Tang Wan replied with a smile.
[Not just well, believe it or not, he has been playing cards with my parents for an hour now.]
[What happened?]
[How would I know? And he's even wearing my dad's clothes now.]
[...]
Tang Wan was dumbfounded, unable to understand how their relationship had developed to this point. Uncle Ruan should theoretically dislike Qi Zeyan.
