Li Juntao felt a little strange, he couldn't tell whether Feng Yongzhuo had a good relationship with his mother or not.
"You'll know when you meet my mom." Feng Yongzhuo said.
Upon hearing this, Li Juntao's curiosity was piqued.
Speaking of Gao Dashuai, he said he'd greet Yao Ye that night and head home to avoid being a third wheel, yet he drove his car away, parked it in a nearby garage, and snuck back. He went around to the building behind Yao Ye's, ran up to the third floor, and knocked on the door.
It was already seven at night, and winter nights fell early. Hearing the doorbell, Little Baozi, who had just been carried home by his mother and was playing with toy cars in the living room, lifted his little face and shouted, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy—"
Bai Lu was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. Hearing her son call 'Daddy,' she assumed her husband had come in by himself and ignored it.
