Chu Molin and Qin Xue were blatantly showing their affection, which made Li Zhao's heart itch. He tightly held An Hao's hand and refused to let go, thinking that if his older brother could do it, so could he.
"Linlin, is that you?" An excited voice rang out.
Upon hearing the voice, Chu Molin paused. Qin Xue turned to look at the source of the sound, where there was a man who looked a little like Chu Molin, staring at them excitedly.
Qin Xue saw that Chu Molin didn't say anything and also remained silent, looking at him as if waiting for his cue to respond to the man.
"Let's go, Xue'er," Chu Molin said to Qin Xue without addressing the man.
"Oh, alright." Qin Xue was surprised and confused about the situation.
"Linlin, would you not even speak to your father?" Chu Yeting couldn't believe his son would hate him so much. They hadn't seen each other for so many years, yet his son wouldn't even say a word to him.
