Jing Yi gripped the steering wheel, his hands subtly tightening.
If she knew that the man who saved Mo Xiaoyu today was Gu Xuanye, would she still thank him?
Their father and son, by some twist of fate, could meet; indeed, they seemed to be destined...
Jing Yi's gaze darkened slightly, his face emotionless as he uttered merely a "sure," and then said no more.
...
After dropping off her and her son at home, Jing Yi did not leave but followed them out of the car and into the yard.
He looked around attentively.
"Why haven't you left?!" The Little Demon King blocked the door, barring him from entering the house.
"I helped your mommy out big time today and even brought you guys home; Little Fish, wouldn't it be a bit ungracious not to invite me for dinner before I go?" Jing Yi smiled as he tapped the Little Demon King's nose.
Mo Qiansu smiled helplessly.
Asking to stay for a meal as a gesture of thanks was something Jing Yi had done frequently since he was young.
