"This is not my and mom's home; she doesn't like it, and I don't like it either."
The childish voice was clear and bright.
Lu Huai'an paused his raised hand and then naturally withdrew it.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, speaking faintly, "You'll like it after staying for a while."
In this apartment, nothing had changed.
The cook and cleaning staff were the same as five years ago, and so were the furniture, even the position of every little ornament remained exactly the same.
The clothes in the walk-in closet changed with the seasons, as if Lin Chu had never left.
The only addition was a toy room.
"Mom, are we really going to live here?"
"Hmm, but not for too long," Lin Chu washed her son's small hands, her emotions never revealed to her son, "Grandpa is in this city, I'll take you to visit his grave another day."
Qi Ming nodded obediently. Since he could remember, his mom had told him many stories about grandpa.
"But I don't like that man."
