"A hundred-day photo?" Tang Jin had just come out of the meeting room when he heard Grandma's instruction and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Grandma, you know I don't like taking photos. Besides, it's for the child, why do I need to go?"
"If you don't like taking photos, how did the wedding pictures come out?" Grandma Tang asked with a smile, "Hurry back and take your wife and son to the photo studio."
"Don't we have a driver?" Tang Jin furrowed his brows and asked.
"Can the driver compare to you? Is the driver Zhengzheng's father?" Grandma Tang scolded with a stern face.
"Otherwise, let's call the photographer to the villa, so we don't have to go out," Tang Jin suggested.
"Are you coming back or not!" Grandma Tang got angry.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll come back later." Tang Jin hung up the phone impatiently, mainly because he didn't like to listen to the nagging of his elders.
