Hearing Chu Yelin's words, Lin Qian clenched her fingers tightly.
Did he want her to soften her attitude and beg him?
She really didn't want to pay him any mind!
But thinking of her son, Lin Qian bit her lip, suppressing her anger, and softened her tone, "Chu Yelin, I ask you to take me to see Ziyang."
"Smile."
Chu Yelin elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, placed the napkin aside, and looked at her.
This nonchalant demeanor was like teasing a poor little pet who could do nothing about him.
Lin Qian really wanted to curse at him and then turn and leave.
But for her son, she could only pull the corners of her mouth into a smile.
"Ha, it looks uglier than crying."
Chu Yelin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement flashing in his long eyes.
Lin Qian rolled her eyes inwardly, cursing him thoroughly in her heart, but her face remained calm.
"Is that enough? When will you take me to see Ziyang?"
For the sake of seeing her son, she'll endure!