Liu Guozhi felt a sour knot in his stomach. "Your Jianming is already so accomplished. If my second brother's son, Jinbao, were half as promising as your Jianming, that would be something!"
He didn't believe Lin Lan had earned the money to buy it herself. He thought Li Xiangyang was just smitten with her and had paid for it. Otherwise, what young man would want to marry a widow with baggage?
Lin Lan and Li Xiangyang went to the street where the police station was and turned left toward the photo studio. When they reached the entrance, Lin Lan saw a family portrait in the display window, along with photos of children in little military uniforms. It occurred to her that she hadn't taken Little Douzi to get his picture taken since they had arrived.
Li Xiangyang locked up his bicycle. Seeing Lin Lan looking at the family portrait in the window, he smiled and said to her, "Next time, let's bring Little Douzi and my dad and take a family portrait."
