Ji Muye's gaze had been fixed on the two children the whole time. Seeing the solemnity on Lu Xining's face, worry and tension ebbed and flowed deep within him.
He was not annoyed by the sarcasm in Lu Xining's words. With concern in his eyes, he asked her, "Are Xiao Chao and Xiao Ze alright?"
Lu Xining looked at him as he grasped her hand. The warm touch came from his palm. She lowered her eyes and spoke abruptly.
"If you keep blocking me, there will be trouble."
The man's dark eyes narrowed, his gaze falling onto the helicopter.
This was a plane specially used by ZN Laboratory to transport patients.
It had many privileges.
Lu Xining's ability to mobilize this helicopter had taken him by surprise.
Ji Muye's grip on her wrist was light, but he did not loosen his hold following her words.
He spoke in a deep voice, "I'm the father of the children. You can't exclude me every time, Xining. I love the two children as much as you do."