Sweetie Yu was not as calm as he appeared. If Chuxue continued to be relentless, he'd have to find another way.
He wouldn't expose Mommy's real identity unless it was absolutely necessary.
Because doing so would be even more dangerous.
"We can collaborate," Chuxue said slowly.
"You have to agree to one condition, though. You need to sign the letter of forgiveness for Yushang."
Sweetie Yu coldly said, "You two really are related."
...
An hour later, Feng Jingxuan returned.
The Bodyguard behind him brought back many gifts, various footballs, Lego sets, and some other toys.
He seemed to be putting a lot of effort into playing the role of a father.
If it had been a few years earlier, Sweetie Yu would have been moved, but now he wasn't the three-year-old baby anymore; he was five years old now.
He missed Mommy so much.
"Daddy, let's play with Legos together," Sweetie Yu called out excitedly, and pounced forward.
Jingxuan's expression softened, and he agreed at once, "Okay."