Du Juan yawned continuously and said, "Auntie Wu, let's keep breakfast simple today. Jiancheng mentioned he wanted to have some mackerel dumplings; do we still have any in the fridge?"
"We do."
The housekeeper nodded, "Madam, Young Master..."
Du Juan and Huo Jiancheng both turned to look at the person sitting in the living room. With a smile in her eyes, Du Juan asked, "Why are you here so early? Why didn't Qiao Xi come with you? How is the child recovering?"
"She is sleeping."
Huo Xingzhou said indifferently, "I came to see father."
He usually calls him "Dad", but this time it was the distant "father". Du Juan sharply sensed his mood and subconsciously turned to Huo Jiancheng to ask.
"Did you upset your son?"
Huo Jiancheng forced a smile and said, "No, what kind of conflict could there be between Xingzhou and me?" His body was tense, and he looked a bit nervous.
It was almost laughable.
Even as a father, he sometimes feared his son's authority.
