Gu Xinzhou had just entered the house.
Hearing McDull's voice, he smiled and asked, "What's something you need to get used to?"
Everyone came up to greet Gu Xinzhou.
"Madam."
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
"Mrs. Song!"
Gu Xinzhou looked at the white paper on the table, and the children's crooked handwriting, chuckled, and said, "What's all this about, huh? Have you started to write already? Can you do it?"
Qi Lei: "The pen is too heavy, it's too hard for the young masters to hold. I found they are very interested in writing, and I was thinking of buying two children's fountain pens that would suit them."
"That's great." Gu Xinzhou had been worried the children would damage or lose such expensive pens, so with a grand gesture, he took all the pens: "Wait until you are ten years old, then I'll give them back to you! For now, I will keep them safe for you!"
George and McDull looked at Gu Xinzhou with pitiful eyes but didn't dare to argue.
