Anyone off the streets could identify her as Lu Ming's wife.
Jing Yiren stood up subconsciously and greeted him: "Hello! I'm Jing Yiren, I brought Qiuqiu home yesterday!"
The man seemed to be brought back to reality by Jing Yiren's words.
He spoke indifferently: "Thank you! Can I take Qiuqiu with me now?"
"..." Hearing this, Jing Yiren frowned, this man was rather impolite, not even bothering to introduce himself.
Qiuqiu, who stood up from the sofa, clenched Jing Yiren's skirt tightly against her legs the moment he saw his father.
The man's eyes left Jing Yiren casually and moved to Qiuqiu.
With an expressionless face and a monotonous voice, he said, "Qiuqiu, come here!"
"..." Qiuqiu silently lowered his head, hesitated for a few seconds, let go of Jing Yiren's dress, and began to slowly walk towards the man.
"..." Seeing this, Jing Yiren felt that Qiuqiu was afraid of his father.
With this thought, Jing Yiren felt some heartache and tactfully reminded him.
