Qiao Muye and Lu Beiyuan had no choice but to watch as Lu Nuanyang obediently followed Su Nanxing into the study on the first floor.
Lu Hongze, in Qiao Muye's arms, pursed his lips and softly spoke, "Daddy."
Lu Beiyuan turned to look at him, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
In comparison, Lu Beiyuan was naturally not as doting on his sons as he was on his daughter.
But since Lu Hongze was ill, he couldn't be strict with him.
He was a bit stricter with Lu Nuanyang.
So comparatively, Lu Hongze acted spoiled in front of him more often.
"Dad," Lu Hongze blinked his eyes, "Mom is probably mad at my brother."
He had long eyelashes, and when he blinked, he looked just like a doll.
Lu Beiyuan, sitting beside Qiao Muye, asked him, "What did your brother do to make Mom angry?"
Neither he nor Qiao Muye knew the details, so how did Lu Hongze know?
Lu Hongze said, "I'm just guessing."
The little one was clever, and everyone in the family knew it.
