In the study, only the father and son were left.
"Now everything is in the past..." Leng Lin looked at his son with deep eyes, "You should stop when it's time."
"I know." Leng Zimo stood up, "You've worked for so many years, it's time to rest."
"I'm not old yet!" Leng Lin glared at him, "Oh right, is your fish pond ready over there? I'll bring my fishing gear."
"No need, I have everything there."
Leng Lin gave him a sideways glance, "Yours is yours, I'm used to my own."
Leng Zimo just shook his head gently, "Alright, I'll go get it ready for you."
They say the old become like children, and our old man really is like a child, needing to be coaxed.
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Leng Zirui's apartment.
Xu Xia opened her eyes and looked at Leng Zirui, who was still holding her in his sleep. Then she looked at the sky outside, gently moved his arm off her, placed a pillow in his arms, and carefully got out of bed.
