"I have my son," Su Nian said, holding Yiqiao like a treasure and pointing at the aloof Yixin in front.
Zheng Haoyu lowered his face in defeat. With sons like these, cracking a fingerprint lock was a piece of cake.
"Anyway, I won't give it to you!" Master Zheng vowed.
"Hehe," Su Nian chuckled twice, "Return it when you want to. I don't have much room to place these things right now anyway."
"Alright," Zheng Haoyu was more than happy if she said so.
Yixin sat in the front passenger seat, remaining silent. Zheng Haoyu occasionally glanced over at him, "Yixin, Yiqiao, can we go out together in a few days?"
Su Nian instinctively wanted to refuse but didn't want to miss the chance for Zheng Haoyu to bond with the children, so she remained silent, torn.
Yixin glanced at him coolly, "I don't want to see your son."
Zheng Haoyu: "..."
