Su Xingyu returned home, her face filled with exhaustion.
Ouyang Yi had a big night scene to shoot today, and he still wasn't back at this hour.
In the large castle-like house, only Han was there. Han rubbed his eyes and walked out in a bear-themed pajama, stretching out his chubby little hands for a hug, "Mom, I'm hungry."
She picked him up and asked tenderly, "It's already eight o'clock. Why haven't you eaten yet?"
"I wanted to wait for you, Mom." Han's voice was soft and tender.
Su Xingyu's heart ached; this child was nothing like Lu Shifeng. The colder that man was, the gentler Han was.
She kissed the child's hair and said, "Let me take you to eat."
The cooks in the castle had already prepared the food, keeping it warm over low heat. Seeing the mother and child come in, they served the steaming exquisite dishes in an orderly manner.
Su Xingyu said to the head cook, "In the future, if I'm late, let Han eat by himself first."
