Leng Hao reached for his phone and answered the call. “Hello…”
His voice was hoarse and disfluent.
“Hello, elder brother, where are you now?” Leng Zhiyuan’s soft voice came through the phone.
Leng Hao’s expression softened a little. In the past four years, the only thing worth rejoicing and being happy about was his sister’s safe return.
“I’m in the office…”
“Elder brother, why are you still in the office? Little Sileng has been standing at the door and waiting for you for a long time. Today is Sileng’s four years old birthday. You haven’t forgotten about it, right?”
Leng Hao immediately sat up from the sofa. “Sorry, I’ll rush over now.”
He went to get the coat on the sofa.
“Elder brother!” Leng Zhiyuan stopped him. “This morning, Sileng and I went out on the street and happened to meet Xiaotao. Sileng held onto Xiaotao and insisted that this beautiful sister must celebrate his birthday. Now, Xiaotao is at my place. This is a rare opportunity.”
Leng Hao paused for a moment. Then, he slowly smiled. “Help me thank Sileng.”
This little brat was smart.
“Yes, Elder brother. Come quickly.”
In the Zhou family’s villa.
The maid opened the door and Leng Hao walked in.
“Elder brother, you’ve arrived?” Zhou Yao went up to greet him.
“Yes.” Leng Hao nodded. He looked forward.
Little Zhou Sileng was holding Ye Xiaotao’s hand. He exclaimed, “Wow, beautiful sister, you draw so fast, but… What are you drawing?”
Ye Xiaotao was wearing a short dark green hoodie, black slim pants, and a white scarf around her neck. She looked young and pretty. She was holding a piece of chalk in one hand and coloring on the drawing board. It was impossible to tell what she was drawing.
“I’m done.” She put down the chalk and looked at Zhou Sileng with a mischievous smile. “Sileng, come here. You’ll know what I’m drawing by blowing on the drawing board.”
“Really?” Zhou Sileng immediately blew on the drawing board with all his might.
The colored chalk dust on the drawing board scattered in the air. A human figure appeared on the drawing board. It was Zhou Sileng. He had transformed into Ultraman and was holding a weapon in his hand. He looked as handsome as he could be.
“Oh my god.” Zhou Sileng’s mouth was wide open. He looked at Ye Xiaotao with great admiration. “Pretty sister, I worship you so much. Your drawing is like magic. It’s so surprising!”
Ye Xiaotao patted Zhou Sileng’s head lovingly. “Do you like it? I didn’t know it was Sileng’s birthday today so I didn’t prepare a gift. Take it as my birthday gift to you, okay?”
“Okay, okay.” Zhou Sileng was dancing with joy. At this moment, he turned his head and saw Leng Hao standing by the door. “Uncle!” He rushed over happily.
Ye Xiaotao turned around. Zhou Sileng was already hugging Leng Hao’s thigh tightly. Leng Hao rubbed his black hair and looked up at her.
Their eyes met. Ye Xiaotao was stunned for a moment because Leng Hao had a wound on his cheek. The wound was about five centimeters long. For a delicate and handsome man like him, this wound more or less ruined his beauty.
What happened to him?
When she saw him yesterday, he was still fine.
“Uncle, what happened to your face?” Zhou Sileng looked up and asked with concern.
“Nothing.” Leng Hao glanced at Zhou Sileng and then looked at Ye Xiaotao. His voice was very hoarse. “I accidentally cut it yesterday.”