Xuxu frowned. "Yan Rusheng, who taught you how to laugh like that?"
"Lu Huanyan!" Yan Rusheng tapped his fingers on his keyboard. Then he glanced askew at Xuxu with a cheeky grin.
Tch. That girl was remarkable. She had influenced both her children and now even her husband.
…
In the President's office at Bright Vision, a man stood before the French windows with a cup of coffee in his hand. His knuckles were clearly defined and his fingernails were neatly trimmed and clean.
He was holding his phone with the other hand as he stared at a screen. An affectionate smile played at the corners of his mouth, but there was a sly gleam in his eyes.
"This silly lass, why would she be so naïve to think that something would fall into her lap…" Ming Ansheng mumbled under his breath.
He was fondly looking at Su Yue's update on WeChat.
And his registered name on WeChat was… Lu Yinan
Knock, knock, knock.
