When the plane landed, it was already midnight.

Stephen carried Britney in his arms and walked ahead. Behind him, Linda walked next to Elvin. She tried to chat with him.

"I saw a lot of news about you online. You're really smart. Will a child like you be able to talk to children your age? You're really like Stephen. Your looks, your brains—"

"You're really noisy," Stephen and Elvin blurted almost in unison.

Linda said in surprise, "Like father, like son!"

Elvin cast Stephen an unhappy glance before quickening his steps and walking ahead of them.

As she looked at that tiny figure in front, Linda went up to Stephen and said softly, "Stephen, you've been with Elvin for such a long time, yet you still can't get close to him?"

Stephen looked at Elvin's back quietly.

Elvin had always been a proud lone wolf. Ever since Yvonne's accident, he had closed himself up even more.

Stephen wasn't great at communicating with children. On top of that, he had been extremely busy with work. For t