"Daddy…" Yichen suddenly rubbed his chest, his brows forming a deep crease. "My chest is a little stuffy."
"What's wrong?" There was a slight distress on Mu Yazhe's face. "Why is your chest stuffy again?"
Yichen shook his head in confusion. Acting coy, he pouted and answered, "I don't know. It's just stuffy. Really stuffy and aching. It's awful."
He caressed his son's small head. At that moment, there was another commotion at the entrance.
"Oh, god! How beautiful…"
A passionate crowd of media reporters subsequently congested the other end of the red carpet.
Yun Shishi, wearing an elegant and attractive smile, had her arm linked with Gu Xingze's as they gracefully entered.
The moment they appeared in the spotlight, countless eyes, filled with surprise, jealousy, disdain, and doubt, cast on them from near and far.
