Dr. Jiang's Daily Adversities

Four years old?

“D * mn, your genes are pretty good. She’s only four but is as tall as my son. Do you want to take my boy as your future son-in-law?”

Mr. Ye was truly shocking!

You dared to ask the little girl to be your future daughter-in-law the moment you saw her?

You’re audacious!

Ahem.

Nowadays, girls were more precious than boys.

He was just worried that his son wouldn’t be able to get a wife when he grew up. That was why he wanted to arrange his marriage so early!

This was the sentiment of a good father.

Deng Tianlin was shocked. After he regained his senses, his gaze became guarded.

How could he not be wary?

If his dear girl was lured away by that little boy, he’d be devastated.

“Mr. Ye, my future son-in-law will live with us!”

Eh?

But Ye Hao did not mind at all.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Take this kid into your family.”

The others were speechless.

Mr. Ye, are you crazy?

Fortunately, the host interrupted the conversation.

“Daddies and kids, please come here.”

Ahem.

The three families quietly followed behind the host. Deng Tianlin held his daughter’s hand, not daring to let go.

Mo Boyuan and his son took the rear and the boy whispered to his father, “Dad, what does it mean of letting Shitou live in their home?”

The corner of Mo Boyuan’s mouth twitched as he looked at his silly son.

“You’ll understand when you grow up.”

The kid curled his lips at this answer.

Why did the adults always answer questions like this?

No matter what he asked, they would say he’d know when he grew up.

When he really grew up, he wouldn’t ask!

He asked just because he was young and didn’t understand, right?

Humph!

The boy snorted and moved a little away from his father.

Mo Boyuan ignored him. They followed the host to an empty space. In front of them was a box covered with red paper.

“It’s getting late, so we can’t wait until all the families are here before drawing lots. We’ll draw according to the order of arrival. The children will go first.”

Shitou stepped forward and the Deng Tianlin’s daughter followed. Little Ningning didn’t move and looked up at Mo Boyuan.

He didn’t step forward until Mo Boyuan nodded.

Although father and son often bickered with each other, it was obvious that Ningning trusted his father very much!

After the three children stepped out and stood in a row, the host instructed, “Turn left.”

The three children understood the order and made the turn.

“Yu’er, you and your daddy are the first to arrive. You draw first. Come on.”

Little Yu’er walked to the red box. She stretched out her fair and tender little hand:

“Should I put my hand into the box to draw?” She asked.

She was worried that there might be little bugs inside the box.

The host comforted her with a little pat, “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid.”

Yu’er held her breath and put her hand into the hole that could only fit one fist. She took out a ping-pong ball. There was a small piece of paper with a number on it.

The host looked at it and said, “Room No. 3. Daddy Deng can take Yu’er to the room.”

The father and daughter left after bidding farewell to the other two families and the host.