Linford’s following proved Cristelle’s thought, “He’s the greatest writer alive, and his calligraphy is of the top tier in this country. Do you want to be like him when you grow up?”

Candace shook her head. She wanted to be like Cindy.

She didn’t want to be like the old man when she grew up, being bold and not smiling.

Listening to Linford’s low voice, Cristelle was about to drift into a sound sleep. However, her phone suddenly started to buzz. It was FaceTime from Cody. Cristelle turned on the light and held up the phone.

She accepted the call, and Cody’s face showed up, “Mommy! I missed you so...