Zheng Haoyu sighed, pulled her away, took the kitchen knife and tenderized the steak with the back of the knife, "You..."
"Talking about me|what's the matter, it's you, you're so grown-up, why are you upset with the kids?" Su Nian hugged his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back, "I'm not saying anything, but your attitude towards the kids, the before and after contrast is just too much, isn't it?"
"You don't have to worry, it's just a different way of interaction between father and sons, the relationship won't change, rest assured." Zheng Haoyu said to Su Nian while mixing the sauce.
Su Nian quietly exhaled; she was indeed worried.
The next day was the weekend, early in the morning, before Su Nian woke up, Zheng Haoyu had already placed Zaozao in Yixin's room. Among the three sons, although Yixin spoke less, he took the most meticulous care of Zaozao.
