"Well, if Mengmeng doesn't like it, Dad doesn't like it." Zhang Han smiled and touched Mengmeng's little head.

Only then did Mengmeng sat next to her contentedly, her big clear eyes revealed a light of thought, and she hummed, "Well, Papa, my one, I want to take a look at the photos on the phone."

"Okay." Zhang Han took out his mobile phone, opened the gallery, and said while showing Mengmeng; "Let's take a look, do you remember where we took this photo?"