Little Wangshu immediately nodded, his face beaming with a bright smile, looking very happy.
However, just as Lu Jingchen lowered his head to start washing the vegetables, he heard Little Wangshu cautiously say, "Dad, will Mom… will Mom like me? What if she doesn't like me?"
Lu Jingchen looked up at his son in front of him and saw the little guy with a look of loss and fear, truly afraid that Song Qiao wouldn't like him.
His hands were all wet, and although Lu Jingchen wanted to habitually ruffle his hair, he quickly put his hand down as he lifted it, but his tone was gentle when he spoke, "She won't, Mom will definitely like you, after all, you're her child too, and she's been asking Dad to bring her to meet you…"
As soon as Little Wangshu heard Lu Jingchen's words, his eyes brightened with some surprise as he asked, "Really? Dad?"
Lu Jingchen nodded his head and responded, "Yes."
"..."
