Su Jia sat up straight, unable to suppress a smile when she heard her son's words.
She glanced over with the corner of her eyes, inwardly praising her son's intelligence and sensibility.
Lu Chen's big eyes roamed around as he chattered a lot in English.
Basically saying that Dad is great, and he really likes Dad, and so on.
Lu Yanhe listened to his son's praise, and his usually indifferent face showed a hint of a smile, exuding a gentle warmth.
After the compliments, Lu Chen seemed to feel it wasn't perfect and added, "Even though you're great, you're still not as good as Uncle Tang."
"..."
Su Jia was instantly thunderstruck.
The expression on Lu Yanhe's face, which had just begun to soften, instantly froze.
But because he was facing his long-lost son, whom he hadn't seen for nine years, even if he was boiling inside, he couldn't say much.
He could only stiffen his face and continue talking with him.
