At this moment, Little Bao came downstairs and saw his parents bickering, and couldn't help but smile.
Now, Mom's bickering skills have slightly improved and she's not completely overpowered by Dad every time.
Zhuo Junyue touched his nose, hoping his wife wouldn't spill everything.
When he saw Little Bao, he gave a light cough, "Little Bao, your sister is back."
"Sis..."
Feng Yihang had just changed clothes upstairs—wearing a white casual shirt and light gray home pants.
Such ordinary clothes, but on Little Bao, he looked like a model.
That handsome face, with flawless facial contours, could charm countless single women in Ning City.
"My little brother is getting more and more handsome."
Feng Yihang and Zhuo Yifan, the two brothers, have been praised for their looks since childhood and are already immune to it.
"Sis, you say that, but you've been away for so long."
