After getting in the car, she sat in the passenger seat, discreetly observing the man beside her, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
After careful consideration, Little Lu Chen asked a question, "Dad, do you have time this weekend?"
Lu Yanhe kept his eyes on the road ahead, "Why, do you have plans?"
"Yeah." Lu Chen nodded, then lowered his voice, "I want to go back and see Mia. I haven't seen her in a long time. I miss her, and I also miss Uncle Tang. I've been in Lancheng for so long, and he hasn't called me once."
After all, he was just a nine-year-old child. Even if he had some idea of the adults' emotional entanglements, he wouldn't fully understand them.
Once Tang Yuzhou was mentioned, the little guy became a chatterbox, endlessly recounting his experiences with Tang Yuzhou.
At this point, he had long forgotten his mother's previous warnings.
Perhaps he was too engrossed, as Lu Chen didn't notice the atmosphere inside the car starting to shift.
