The elegantly poised man, dressed in a custom-tailored Italian shirt and trousers, exuded a handsome charm with a touch of refined elegance as he walked over gracefully.
"Lu Siyu, how did you get here? Do you know how long Daddy has been looking for you?"
Little Nuomi whooshed, turning his head around.
The small face in the palm of his hand turned away, and the delicate sensation suddenly vanished. Mu Jingxi looked up.
Lu Yin extended his hand, "Lu Siyu, aren't you coming over?"
Little Nuomi trotted over with his short little legs, "Daddy!"
"Sorry, both of you, I just took a call and my son ran off. I hope he hasn't troubled you?" Lu Yin's gaze elegantly and appropriately turned to Qiao An, then to Mu Jingxi.
Qiao An played along with his act, "Not at all, the little guy is very cute."
"Daddy, the pretty auntie said I'm cute!" Little Nuomi furiously asserted his presence.
