When Yan Ruoting saw Fan Shaoming leading his son outside, a smile appeared on her face, and she called out Mingyu's name from across the door.
The father and son stopped at the doorway, neither of them reaching for the door. Fan Shaoming's expression was icy as he coldly stared at Yan Ruoting, his piercing gaze making her smile turn somewhat stiff. "President Fan, good morning."
Fan Shaoming pressed his lips together and remained silent, not responding to her.
"Miss Yan, is there something you need?"
