บท 672: 672、The son of Lu Zhaoyang and I, a.k.a your grandson

Feeling relieved, she finally smiled as she left with Huo Li.

The very second the door was shut, Lu Zhaoyang was thrown onto the sofa by her man. She did not want to alert the little boy and whispered as she laid over Huo Yunting, "I mean, really, do you want to head back to Thunderbolt first? I think Xiang Jinxi wants to play games with you."

"Well, when something actually happened, I'll go. He's not something that I need to focus on for the moment." Kneading her body, Huo Yunting was feeling complicated as he thought back on Huo Li's words.

Is Huo Li right? Is it because of Huo Xu that I treated her kindly therefore I wanted her to be out under the sun again? A compensation?

The existence of our son is merely speeding up our life plans. There shouldn't be anything else.

Lu Zhaoyang observed her man freezing upon his thought as she went to grab her phone. 

Wait, what, what are you doing, woman?