She might not return home?
Lu Shaoming listened and frowned. He reached for Little Qinwen and asked, "Mom, does Ning Qing often not return home at night?"
When Yue Wanqing heard her son-in-law's tone, she knew she had said something wrong. She hurried to smooth things out and said, "Oh, no, there are only a few times in the past two or three months. She had to shoot night scenes with the crew."
"Mmm." Lu Shaoming nodded. He reached out his right index finger to hook his son's soft little hand. His son's palm was sweaty, and when he was tired, he grabbed Daddy's index finger and pulled it hard. Then he grinned with a glittering little mouth and cooed happily. "Da... dy..."
He was starting to call him again.
Lu Shaoming kissed his son's small face and couldn't take his hand off him. His son's smile was like his mother's. There were two dimples on his cheek.
"Little Qinwen, do you miss Mummy? Shall daddy bring you to find her?"
