"Honey, have you been under too much pressure recently?" Zhang Han put his arm around Zi Yan's shoulders and said softly, "Sometimes I can feel it, and it's a little dull. Anyway, we are a family. One should be optimistic for the future. Why don't you just shout to vent your pressure like the micro-video you participated in last year?"

"Shout? Shout what?" Zi Yan was surprised for a moment. She might have shouted before, but now, her daughter was almost twelve years ...