Cheng Weiwan's feet came to a halt.
How could Cheng Han possibly know about matters between adults? Seeing that Cheng Weiwan had stopped walking, he started to rush her. "Mummy, hurry up. Mummy..."
Cheng Weiwan withdrew her gaze from Han Zhifan and started walking again. She followed Cheng Han into the dining room.
Han Zhifan already knew Cheng Weiwan had arrived when Cheng Han called "Mummy" earlier, but he didn't turn to glance back at her. His gaze was still stuck to his phone, even when she took a seat at the dining table. He didn't greet her, let alone show any signs of lifting his eyelids.
When Cheng Weiwan and Cheng Han reached the dining table, Han Zhifan had more or less finished breakfast.
The housekeeper had just served Cheng Han a bowl of congee when Han Zhifan put his chopsticks down. He picked up a tissue, wiped his mouth then looked over at Cheng Han.
