Shen Qinghuan withdrew his gaze and sat down with the three little ones.

Quan Shiyan put down his computer bag.

"Would you like some coffee?"

Shen Qinghuan nodded.

"What do you want to drink?" Quan Shiyan asked the three kids again.

Chenbao wants a glass of boiled water, Nuanbao wants juice, and Anan wants the same as Chenbao.

The three little ones sat obediently, and Nuanbao pouted his little mouth.

"Why didn't Daddy come to see us off?" ...