That afternoon,
Lu Xining received the news that the person had been rescued.
It was expected.
She had gone to great lengths to capture the man in the basement and "fumigate" him with a new research product overnight.
But it wasn't to watch the traitor shed crocodile tears.
If someone wasn't coming to save Gou Ruibo, it would be Lu Xining who would really be worried.
"Uncle Fu—"
Fu Junhang, who walked in carrying a plush bouquet from an amusement park, scooped up Little Dumpling with one arm and easily lifted her, striding toward the inside of the room.
Lu Nuonuo also sat comfortably in his arm, her little hands clinging to his shoulder, not at all afraid of the sudden drop in height.
Seeing the cute bouquet offered to her, her eyes curved like crescents with joy.
"Thank you, Uncle Fu~"
Not long after Lu Nuonuo was born, Fu Junhang was reluctant to get too close to the child because of the terrifying scars on his face.