As it turned out, if Yan Han didn't want to speak, Zhu Qianying would really have no way to pry any useful information out of him.
"Are we taking a cab later, or will you drive that old car of yours?"
After breakfast, Yan Han and the little boy sat in the living room, watching Zhu Qianying going in and out, cleaning up dishes, and asked.
"Huh?" Zhu Qianying didn't react for a moment and turned her face to look at him with a pile of plates in her hand. "Where are we going?"
Yan Han suddenly felt guilty, got up and walked over with big steps to take the heavy plates from her hands. "To the company!"
Zhu Qianying was puzzled, "What am I going to your company for? Just take the baby boy to the company by yourself!"
Zhu Qianying assumed that he was just looking for an excuse to see his son. Now that he had seen his son, what would she go to his company for?
"I have something to give you. It's at the company."
