Did Young Master buy the wrong books?
Among the younger generation of the Qin family, there didn't seem to be any age-appropriate children who would want to read fairy tales!
Qin Lu opened the car door and got in, saying calmly, "Let's go home."
"Of course, Young Master!"
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When Qin Lu returned home, Nan Yan had just finished a phone call with Yun Jingshan.
Nan Yan caught sight of him and, involuntarily recalling the kiss from last night that had kept her awake, immediately averted her gaze, turned her head away, and ignored him.
Qin Lu: "???"
It seemed his morning intuition was correct.
The little one was indeed in a bad mood with him.
He smiled silently, stood in front of Nan Yan, placed his hand on top of her head, and gently rubbed it. "Yanyan, where did I make you angry, dear?"
Nan Yan gave him a chilly glance and pushed his hand away. "Don't rub my head!"
