Song Jinze: "Xiao Chen, call Aunt Fan."
This woman, named Fan Meizhen, was the owner of the club, and she had a good relationship with Tang Tianyou and the others.
Song Yuchen leaned into Song Jinze's embrace, not letting Fan Meizhen touch his head.
"Hello, Aunt Fan!"
As he spoke, the little guy's eyes were full of hostility and guard.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
The little guy thought to himself, giving Dad a chance. If Dad's answer wasn't satisfying, he would definitely tell Ye Zhenzhen about the scene he had just witnessed later.
Otherwise, if Dad really got stolen away by a bad woman someday, then the three of them would definitely be separated.
Song Jinze's lips curved slightly upward, "Dad and two uncles are eating dinner here. Have you and Mom finished dinner?"
Song Yuchen glanced at the woman beside them out of the corner of his eye and muttered, "Finished, Mom is in the room over there; she'll be out soon."
"Then can you take Dad over there?"
"Okay."
