"Hello, Uncle Lu." Zhouzhou's voice was crisp and pleasant to hear. Lin Jingsheng loved listening to little Zhouzhou speak; it softened his heart, but the child was too mischievous, always giving him headaches. Lu Bai laughed, "Zhouzhou, why are you running? Are you teasing your brother again?"
"Zhouzhou is bored. Brother is always reading, Daddy doesn't take me out to play, Grandpa and Grandma are on vacation, Zhouzhou is so pitiful, there's no one to accompany me."
Lin Jingsheng said, "You've turned the whole palace upside down and still dare to say there's no one to accompany you."
"But they're not Daddy. Daddy, you can video chat with Brother Harry for an hour, why won't you play with me?" His speech was slow but every word was poignant. Lu Bai touched his nose, "Ah Sheng, I've got something to handle, I'll log off now. Think over what I said."
"Alright."
Zhouzhou spoke slowly; though he was young, he wasn't stupid. He was even more sensitive than Lu Bai was at his age.
