Zhou Xiaozheng let out a hearty laugh again. Never underestimate people; to have a son like Zhang Guoqing, how could the father be anything less?
Mr. Zhang rolled his eyes twice and said anxiously, "Give us a word, will you?"
Zhou Xiaozheng reined in his smile and solemnly said, "Second brother, thank you."
"Thank you for what? No matter how they're named Zhou, they're still my own grandchildren. You'd better have the kids mourn me in future when I'm gone."
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Xiaozheng didn't want to discuss these things, "Let's not mention this again. With our Jiao Jiao's upbringing, these kids will have no issues with their character."
"Did you think I would be willing to let the kids take after their mother's surname otherwise?"
Zhou Xiaozheng wanted to avoid this topic and curiously asked, "Do you really think so highly of Ping'an?"
