Seeing the three little ones clinging to Qiao Jing, Lu Zijin was a bit surprised.
He couldn't help asking, "Have you known each other for a long time? These three children from the Zhan Family seem to like you a lot."
Qiao Jing lovingly patted the little ones' heads and replied slowly, "We've known each other for a while. I don't know why, but I always feel these little ones are very endearing. Maybe we're just naturally connected."
At this moment, Zhan Yuanshan maneuvered his wheelchair closer to Zhan Qipei and said, exasperated, "Look at you, a father, yet not as proactive as your three sons. Your wife is almost being whisked away, and you still have the mind to drink here!"
Zhan Qipei swirled the wine in his glass, his thin lips slowly releasing a sentence, "She's not mine."
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Zhan Yuanshan's old face turned red with anger.
