"Oh, is there a deeper meaning?"
In the bedroom, Zhang Guoqing restrained his smile. He used to think things were too simple, but now with the birth of the twins and looking at his eldest son, he's truly felt a father's heart.
— Even if he plays favorites, all his sons are his own.
Truly, it's like both sides of his hand are flesh, and he wouldn't want to wrong either side. He feels this way himself, so how can he not understand the position of his two elder brothers in his father's heart?
"Deeper meaning? Not quite. It's just I've been thinking about many things lately. If you don't plan for the future, you'll worry about the present. For the sake of the three children, there are some things I can't afford to be careless about."
As Zhang Guoqing spoke, he glanced at the twins in the cradle again.
