After hanging up the phone, Lu Yin returned to the meeting room, and the meeting continued.
Once the meeting was over, he went back to the president's office and just as he pushed the door open, the sound of crying burst out.
"Wah-wah-wah..."
This crying sound was too familiar to him.
It's simply like a haunting melody!
As soon as his figure appeared, the babysitter and maids who were comforting Jingxing all turned to look at him.
"Sir, you are back."
He saw the glimmer of excitement in the eyes of the maids and babysitter, that light seemed to regard him as a lifesaver.
Putting down the documents, he raised his hand to undo his cufflinks and glanced at his little nephew, who was sitting on the sofa, crying heartily.
"Song Jingxing."
The tear-gasping Little Jingxing looked at him with wet eyes as his uncle called his full name.
His reddened eyes, nose, and mouth from crying looked like a little clown.
