Parker was holding a glass of milk in his hand. The liquid at just the right temperature was exuding heat, and the slightest hint of sweet milk fragrance permeated around Parker. But he didn't actually offer the glass of milk to his child. He stood at the door and did not move his legs to disturb Gao Heng who was sitting by the window sill. He turned his back to himself and maintained a posture of thinking about something, which really made people not want to disturb him.

Gao ...