He came to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the flickering lights outside, feeling extremely conflicted.
God knows how eager he is to bring her and his son back, but he knows she's still angry about how he treated her so rudely last night...
He needs a suitable way to coax her to come home.
What way should he use?
Lu Jihan's mind conjured up the image of his son's face, smiling brightly like a blooming flower...
On the other side of the city.
Song Yinyin took her son to dinner, and they played for a while in the children's playground in the community.
Seeing a thin layer of sweat forming on her son's forehead, worried he might catch a cold, she said, "Dabai, we should go back now."
"Mommy, no, I want to play a little longer." Song Dabai shook his little head like a rattle drum, his little mouth pouting adorably.
