Watching the little guy pounce into Su Jia's arms and call out so affectionately, Lu Yanhe felt a mix of emotions, indescribably bitter.
Su Jia picked him up, her lips twitching slightly, knowing her son was showing off to his father.
Inwardly, she admired him, thinking he indeed inherited her smart genes, knowing exactly what to do and when.
By actively jumping into her arms, he discreetly dispelled the awkwardness that made everyone uncomfortable.
Su Jia lowered her head slightly and gave her son's little face a kiss, a face full of joy.
Because the little guy had his back to Lu Yanhe, Lu Yanhe didn't see the fleeting annoyance on his son's face.
Lu Chen frowned slightly at his mother, seemingly displeased with her sudden kiss, but refrained from saying anything because of his father.
Watching their natural interaction, Lu Yanhe felt even more indescribably bitter.
