Stealing My Son

She, she, she...

Why is she here?

Dressed in white, Gu Qingluan walked through the gate, holding her son's hand.

Jing Feng's heart skipped a beat.

The young master rarely came out, but why did he coincidentally choose the same restaurant as this madam?

If the young master found out, it would be a stormy encounter!

He quickly glanced at the young master, silently praying that he hadn't noticed.

But, it was too late!

Feng Yuanxi's eyes lit up as he stared at Gu Qingluan.

Jing Feng was afraid that the young master would run over to her.

Should he stop him or not?

Fortunately, the young master didn't put him in a difficult situation. He obediently sat in his seat and didn't move.

However, Jing Feng was still worried.

"Young master, shall we go to another place to eat?"

Feng Yuanxi coldly glanced at him. "Isn't the food here delicious enough?"