Johnson Family, under the osmanthus tree.
Adrian Desmond was wearing jeans, with a black tight-fitting T-shirt wrapping his solid body, muscles hidden, so sexy that it made women nosebleed.
At this moment, he was holding a piece of sandpaper, polishing a wooden board, his side profile showing concentration and seriousness. Adrian was making a swing for the kids under the osmanthus tree.
"Dad, haven't you finished yet?"
Curly squatted beside his father, watching him hammering and tapping, feeling a bit impatient.
"It's not that fast."
"Can you finish it today?"
"I won't be able to finish it today."
"Dad, hurry up," Curly shook Adrian's arm, urging him anxiously.
"Father-in-law, Little Monster wet himself again."
"Oh, I'm coming." Adrian put down the wooden board and walked to the stroller, picking up his son, Baby Sheehan, who was kicking his little legs, continuously trying to get down and play on the ground.
