"Baba, let's go to Mama, Mengmeng has drawn Baba, Mama and Mengmeng again." The little princess pointed in the direction of Zi Yan in Zhang Han's arms, Zhang Han walked over and sat down, Mengmeng was there Zhang Han leaned out of his arms, stretched out his small arms and brought back the drawing paper, and said with a hint of expectation: "Papa, take a look, does it look good?"

"Well, it's really good, Mengmeng is getting better and better." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Hehehe..." Mengmeng hugged Zhang Han's neck happily, and her soft little lips came to Zhang Han's cheek.