What kind of person was Fan Shaoming? Su Xiaoyue's expression caught his attention, and he understood the reason. He looked down at his son, and as Mingyu sensed the change in his father's mood, he also looked up at his father when their eyes met.
"Shaoming, Mingyu." Su Xiaoyue approached father and son, calling out as if nothing was amiss, though internally she hesitated. What should she choose at this moment? Should she first attend to work matters, or should she spend time with her son?
If Mingyu hadn't experienced the scene of his real mother being caught, which traumatized him, Su Xiaoyue would definitely have prioritized her work. But now...
"Xiaoyue, if you have things to attend to, you can go ahead. I'll stay with Mingyu," Fan Shaoming said considerately while he was thinking. As he spoke, he looked down at Mingyu, his gaze so gentle that Mingyu really wanted to immediately burrow into his broad, warm embrace that exuded a sense of safety.
