"I'm going to Europe tomorrow," Yu Cunyu quickly added.
"Suit yourself."
Lu Nancheng, impatient, hung up the phone and offhandedly pulled on a robe, striding out of the room.
Downstairs, Ran Tong was sitting on the sofa, cradling Xiaoqian and comforting him, surrounded by a circle of maids. As soon as they saw him descend, they immediately stepped aside with the utmost respect.
At the sound of him, Ran Tong looked up before lowering her head to continue comforting her child.
Lu Nancheng walked straight over.
The little guy, lying in Ran Tong's arms, had stopped crying, but his little face was still red from the fierce crying, his eyelashes wet, his small body trembling as if he had been greatly wronged.
Upon seeing Lu Nancheng, he immediately clutched at his mother's clothes, babbling "Ma-mum, ma-mum" and turned his head away, clearly not wanting to look at him.
Lu Nancheng was furious...
"Can't you let me have a moment of peace?" Ran Tong's voice immediately sounded.
