Armor: I can only summon the general

Father Zhang took the watch from Bei Miao, pulled his arm and put it on him. He couldn't help but sigh: "Old Liu really put a lot of effort into it. It's not too tight and fits just right."

"Yeah, how does Uncle Liu know the size of my wrist?" Bei Miao asked in agreement.

"It's not that difficult. Just spend some money and ask a store where you've ordered suits before."

Father Zhang sneered, sat next to his son and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Old Liu apparently gave you a watch, but he actually gave it to me. He just wanted to remind me to remember my original intention and the kindness he showed me in supporting me."

Bei Miao wanted to say something but was stopped by Zhang's father. Zhang's father gave Bei Miao earnest instructions and gently brushed the watch on his wrist.

"Old Liu is really wild-minded. He refuses to step down even at his age and is still thinking about how to keep his position as chairman.

I am different from him. I accept my old age and don't have time to bother with things. The future will belong to young people, and who has the time to think about the past every day.

Son, you always had things to do before, and dad never made things difficult for you. Now that you want to take over my job, I will hand over the company to you.

But don't worry, I will take care of these chores before that, and I won't let the grudges of the previous generation hold you back."

As Father Zhang spoke, he held Bei Miao's hand. Bei Miao sat beside him respectfully and listened, nodding in response from time to time.

This heartwarming scene made Zhang's father sigh, this is what the ancients called the joy of family.

"Haha, Dad is very happy to see that you are so outstanding now. This proves that my original choice was right. You and Xiaoxi are the best evidence."

Mr. Zhang couldn't hide the smile on his face, but his words aroused Bei Miao's curiosity.

"Dad, do you still remember Uncle Lin Jianmin?"

"Remember, Lao Lin, we were the best partners back then. It's been ten years since we last met..."

Father Zhang still had a smile on his face, but with a hint of nostalgia. He then asked, "Why did you suddenly mention him?"

"Oh, that's right. I met him when I started a company in my hometown, so I poached him. After I left, he and William were still in charge of the company."

After explaining, Bei Miao asked softly, "Dad, I'm a little curious. You and Uncle Lin had made a career in China, but why did you leave everything behind and go to Los Santos to develop?"

When talking about this, Zhang's father's expression suddenly became complicated.

Bei Miao thought he had touched upon something his father didn't want to mention, and quickly said, "I'm just a little curious. Dad, are you okay? It's getting cold outside, let's go inside."

Having said that, he stood up to pack the gift bag. Mr. Zhang did not respond and was stunned for a long time before he said a word.

"There are too many things involved. You're grown up now, and the time is right. I'll explain it to you in detail when I have time."

Then Zhang's father followed Bei Miao into the house. Not long after, Bei Miao's mother also drove Xiao Xi back home. Bei Miao and adoptive father Zhang Zhentao also put their worries aside and concentrated on organizing Xiao Xi's birthday party. The whole family celebrated Xiao Xi's birthday in a lively manner.

This heartwarming scene made Zhang's father very happy. His adopted son was so outstanding that his wish for him to become successful came true. Moreover, he got along so harmoniously with his biological daughter. This was the most rare thing.

"This is the family happiness that the older generation longed for. Alas... I left for another country on impulse and was unable to take good care of my parents. Now I don't have the chance to serve them even if I want to..."

As Mr. Zhang thought about this, he couldn't help but feel warmth welling up in his eyes, but he wiped it away in time so that his family didn't see it.

'I am also doing this for my children. As long as they are safe and healthy, everything I do is worth it, worth it! '

The banquet started as scheduled. Everyone was busy preparing for the feast and soon the table was filled to the brim.

At first, Xiaoxi found it novel. The feast combining Chinese and Western cuisine was really eye-catching, but how much could a child eat? She just tasted a few bites and then put down her chopsticks.

Her biological father Zhang Zhentao noticed his daughter's behavior and immediately winked at the housekeeper, who nodded slightly and asked the maid to push the prepared cake over.

This is a really grand birthday cake, with three layers in total, covered with cream on the outside, and topped with a layer of fresh fruit and chocolate as decoration.

While the maid was lighting the candles, Bei Miao stood up and walked to Xiaoxi, gently introducing the origin of the cake to her.

"Xiao Xi, this cake was made specially for you by your mother. It took me many attempts to make it successfully. It's not as exquisite as the ones made by a pastry chef, but it definitely tastes the best."

With her eyes shining, she held her mother's hand and said sweetly, "Thank you, Mom. I like it so much. You have worked so hard."

"Mom isn't tired, as long as you like it."

The mother and daughter hugged each other, and Xiaoxi even gave her mother an exaggerated kiss. Zhang's father and Bei Miao on the side also laughed.

The maid prepared the candles, lit them one by one, and pushed the cake cart to Xiaoxi.

"Come on, daughter, make a wish."

Xiaoxi sat in her mother's arms, closed her eyes and began to make a wish. Zhang's father and Bei Miao also came to the cake truck and sang birthday song for the little birthday boy.

When the song ended, Xiaoxi opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles at once. The family and servants immediately applauded.

The atmosphere instantly became lively. Xiaoxi dipped her hands in the cream and gently smeared it on her mother's face. Then she opened her hands and looked at Bei Miao, shouting "Brother~"

Bei Miao walked up and took Xiaoxi from his mother's arms, picked Xiaoxi up, and Xiaoxi stretched out his hand again, dipped the cream on it and smeared it on his brother Bei Miao's face.

Bei Miao kissed his sister lightly on the forehead in response, then hugged his sister and moved closer to his father.

Xiaoxi stretched out her little hand to put some cream on her father's face, but she couldn't reach it. Father Zhang quickly moved his face closer and let his daughter put the cream on it.

The housekeeper nearby asked someone to bring a camera and recorded this heartwarming scene with the lens.

After taking the family photo, Xiaoxi took the opportunity when her mother was cutting the cake to rush into her brother Bei Miao's arms again and insisted that Bei Miao tell her about the things in D City.

Bei Miao vividly told her about his company in City D and the interesting things he experienced with his friends.

Xiaoxi has been away from City D for some time, but she has not forgotten her friends in City D, so she asked about Xiaolan, Aunt Hui, Minci and Kunzhong.

Bei Miao was at a loss for words for a moment, because he didn't often go to the dumpling restaurant when he was in City D, and he only met Kunzhong at the base, so there wasn't much he could tell his sister.

Seeing that her brother didn't say anything, Xiaoxi shook his arm and started to act coquettishly.

"Brother, just tell me about it. It's too boring here. I'm almost bored to death. It's more interesting at home."

As he was talking, Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly gleamed, "By the way, brother, tell me about your fight against the monster. Did the monster appear again after I left? Did Brother Huahe and the others destroy the monster?"

When Bei Miao heard this, he quickly covered Xiaoxi's mouth with his hand. He turned his head and looked around in panic. The first thing he saw was his father's frightened face.

"Ding!"

There was a sound of metal hitting tiles. Bei Miao looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the cake knife in his mother's hand had fallen to the ground.