"Daddy," Mingyu ran to his father first, climbed onto his father's lap to sit, and then answered for Su Xiaoyue, "We went to the amusement park to play."
Upon hearing this, Fan Shaoming glared at Su Xiaoyue as if to accuse her, "I hired you to be a tutor for my son, not to accompany him for fun."
"It's appropriate to let him relax a little."
Su Xiaoyue replied gently and softly, her tender tone somewhat deflated Fan Shaoming. He wanted to scold her further, his mouth moved several times, but he couldn't utter another word of reproach.
Sister Zhang approached Fan Shaoming and said, "Young Master, dinner is ready."
Fan Shaoming retracted his glare from Su Xiaoyue, picked up his son, and walked off. From the sidelines, Su Xiaoyue reminded him, "Let Mingyu walk by himself."
"I like holding my son, it's none of your business."
So stern—had she offended him again?
"Mr. Fan..."
"Don't talk during dinner."
Fan Shaoming coldly interrupted Su Xiaoyue's prepared long lecture.
