Lu Moqing glanced tenderly at the mother and son in the backseat through the rearview mirror, his eyes gently drooping, and the corners of his lips imperceptibly curving into a warm smile.
Little Qiao had played all day and was exhausted. By the time they arrived home, he had already fallen asleep in the car.
As Qiao Xu carried him out of the car, Lu Moqing had already approached them. "Give the child to me," he said.
Qiao Xu stared at him and furrowed her brows. "Why haven't you left yet?" she asked.
"Aren't I on my way home?"
Lu Moqing smiled faintly as he took Little Qiao from her.
"So, do you really want to get back together with me?"
This question had been discussed many times before, and Qiao Xu herself was getting tired of it.
"I've answered this question many times already," Lu Moqing replied while walking with the child towards the building entrance. Qiao Xu followed him, her brows still furrowed.
"Why?"
