Afraid that someone might target Lu Yanbai again, Jian Si arrived back at Yuting Mansion before dinner.
Lu Yanbai was sulking at the dinner table, his arms crossed and his little lips pouted high.
Lu Youting's expression was gloomy, and he seemed to be in a bad mood as well.
Neither father nor son acknowledged the other, just staring down one another, the air ripe with tension.
"I want to find Mommy."
"Your Mommy has her own things to do, she can't be with you 24 hours a day, you can't selfishly keep her tied to you forever."
Lu Yanbai wouldn't listen, relentless, "No, I want Mommy."
Lu Youting's temples throbbed visibly, and he squeezed out three words through his clenched teeth: "Lu—Yan—bai—"
Unfortunately, his words held no deterrence for Lu Yanbai.
"If you won't let me send a video to Mommy, I won't eat, and if you can bear it, just let me starve!"
A dark storm seemed to spread across Lu Youting's eyes, chilling the surrounding air.