Song Tingfan's first reaction was recalling his sister-in-law saying she had something with someone else that day. Over the years, besides Zhang Dong, he had never seen her happy with anyone else.
His hands hanging at his sides subconsciously clenched, but he ultimately spoke in a normal tone, "Hmm, getting married."
Zhang Dong, the "scapegoat," glanced at the young woman beside him and forced a smile, "Come and have a drink at the wedding. We need to go pick some vegetables in the fields, we'll get going first."
"Daddy, hurry up, hurry up, fly fly fly." The child's eyes curved into crescents.
"Alright, alright, fly fly fly."
Zhang Dong started running quickly, making the child giggle.
Apart from being a mama's boy, Zhang Dong was okay. Sigh, the regrets of the original self could only remain regrets now.
