He hadn't finished speaking...
"Enough, can you stop being so noisy!" Ran Tong yelled impatiently, staring at him, and decisively picked up her son and headed towards the nursery.
"..." Lu Nancheng's mouth twitched, he waved his hand in annoyance, "All of you get out!"
"Yes, Young Master."
The maids sighed with relief and quickly left in single file.
Lu Nancheng raised his hand, took off his overcoat and threw it aside, then undid his suit and tossed it aside too.
Loosening his shirt collar, he rolled up his sleeves; hearing the crying from the nursery, he couldn't help himself and walked in.
The nursery door was ajar, and by the pink crib, Ran Tong was sitting there, soothing her son.
She was still wearing that dignified and luxurious cheongsam, her hair was elegantly pinned up, her makeup detailed and exquisite, only... combined with her current maternal expression, Lu Nancheng couldn't help but want to laugh.
And in fact, he did laugh out loud.
