Zhuo Zhengxiu's birthday, Zhuo Junyue hasn't forgotten, "Don't worry, I remember, I will definitely get back before his birthday and won't miss the chance to celebrate with the old man."
He loves lively birthday parties now, and cherishes the feeling of having a full house with descendants.
There haven't been many male heirs in the Zhuo Family for several generations. In this generation, besides An An, there's Dabao, Xiaobao, and Xiaoyi, which makes their family line quite prosperous.
Tonight, Zhuo Junyue drank a little, knowing the little one doesn't like the smell of alcohol. Otherwise, as soon as he got home, he would have fiercely kissed her.
"Honey, you go run the bath first, I'll make a phone call in the study to arrange something, and I'll be there soon."
Just a minute ago, they were discussing something serious, yet now, Su Ningyan's face turned red.
Zhuo Junyue arranged to leave tomorrow afternoon. He's unsure whether things will go smoothly in Italy.
