It seemed that after crying his heart out, Jingxing was especially quiet on the way to the company.
Lin Qinqin thought he had fallen asleep. She tried to change her posture, but as soon as she moved, he lifted his head and looked at her with those clear, moist, and pitch-black eyes.
"Jingxing, Auntie's arm is numb."
The little guy continued to stare at her, looking dazed and confused.
With a resigned sigh, "Okay, Auntie won't move, you continue."
After arriving at the company, Lu Yin was still in a meeting in the conference room, and the secretary led her into the office.
"The president ordered that if you bring the young master, you should wait for him in the office. The meeting will not end anytime soon. If you need anything, feel free to instruct me."
Lin Qinqin held Jingxing in her arms. From the villa till now, her arms were already sore and numb.
But this little guy insisted on being held and wouldn't allow anyone else to carry him.
