Realizing someone was listening, even though it was a family member, Zhan Dapeng immediately shut his mouth.
Some things, almost dark, so filthy that none of the brothers wanted to recall that very dark past.
In Gu Nuan's room, Little Pudding lay by his aunt's bedside, watching her sleep. As he watched, his little eyelids began to droop.
Since everyone was busy and things were getting a bit complex, they figured it wasn't very safe to leave the child in the studio anymore. So it seemed better to place the child with Gu Nuan for better care.
Ou Yanan saw the child fall asleep. He walked over, circled around the foot of the bed, picked up the child, and planned to place him on an adjacent iron bed that had been set up.
Little Pudding vaguely gazed at his face as he was picked up and suddenly uttered a sound, "You look a lot like Auntie."
Ou Yanan's eyes lowered slightly.
It was something even a child could easily see.
He laid the child down and covered him with a thin blanket.
