"Then we'll wait for him to finish work and ride."
Lu Xiaoqian nodded, making a note of it.
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In the evening, Lu Nancheng came home with Ran Tong.
Since the New Year, they had been living here, and since returning from Japan, Lu Nancheng had been acting even more like the perfect husband, escorting his wife to and from work every day. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were inseparable.
After dinner, Lu Xiaoqian had just been lifted out of his chair when he trotted over to Lu Ziheng with little steps, tugged at his clothes, and crisply called out, "Daddy, I want to ride a horse."
Lu Ziheng scowled, "I'm not your dad."
Lu Nancheng also frowned.
His own son had been ignoring him first.
Alright, he could endure it. After all, he hadn't been by his side for a full two years, so it was normal for the boy not to recognize or call him "Dad."
But now? He was calling Lu Ziheng "Dad" every day, which was practically mistaking a thief for his father!