She chuckled softly and pushed him away, resisting the urge to look at Lu Jianshen's face, which looked like he'd swallowed iron. She walked around him to embrace Anping.
"We were talking, Anping. Let's go, mommy is going to make you something delicious!"
Behind her, Yin Ci's voice was soft and soothing as he comforted Anping. The little guy snuggled into his mother's soft embrace.
Both of them ignored the man behind them.
"Why didn't he come earlier or later, why now of all times!"
Lu Jianshen was so frustrated, but after all, he was his own son!
...
After returning to China, Su Fei had not contacted Fang Heming.
She was unsure if she should let Fang Heming know about what she was planning to do, but she was clear in her heart that at least now was not the time.
In the darkness, came the distinct sound of the light switch flicking on.
The assistant leading the way was up ahead, constantly looking back with a smile at Su Fei.