"Not only do I know him, we're very close!"
Lu Moqing gritted his teeth and said solemnly. When he thought of Qiao Xu's frightened look, his heart ached. Holding the soft child in his arms, he wanted to spank him but couldn't bear to.
His son wanted to see him so badly, how could he blame him? Besides, a three-year-old child couldn't possibly think that much.
"Does Qiao Yi know that you sneaked out like this? Mommy will worry and be scared. What if you're taken away by a bad guy? Aren't you afraid of breaking Mommy's heart?"
Lu Moqing patiently spoke with Xiao Qiao Yi.
"I know, but I was afraid that if I were a little slower, Uncle would leave by plane, and I wouldn't be able to find you."
