I Don't Care about My Son at All

If there was a car, it would be a waste not to take it.

Mu Xiyan had the nagging feeling that since last night, Yan Chen had been acting strangely.

Normally, even if he treated her very well, he would never put her to sleep, nor would he waste his precious morning waiting for her at the door, sending her to kindergarten every day.

As Mu Xiyan sat in the front passenger seat, her mind was filled with doubts.

After some thought, he probed, "Yan Chen, why didn't you go directly to the company?"

Yan Chen was dressed up shamelessly for some unknown reason. His hair was not usually taken care of, but today he had used a hair gel to comb himself.

Yan Chen focused on driving the car. He pursed his lips and said, "I'll send Tian Tian to the kindergarten first. You don't have a job yet, so you should stay at Yan's company for today."

When Mu Xiyan heard this, she was at a loss for words.