The father and son seemed to be enjoying their conversation with smiles on their faces.
Looking at Qiao Yi again, he did not seem as sad and wronged as before. Although Qiao Xu did not know what Lu Moqing had said to him, seeing her son return to his usual demeanor made her feel relieved.
At this moment, Lu Moqing's gaze met hers. There was a hint of tender affection in his deep eyes, which caused Qiao Xu's heart to skip a beat. She quickly looked away and stood aside.
As Lu Moqing carried Qiao Yi down the stairs and came to her side, she hesitantly said, "My mom has taken care of Qiao Yi for many days, and we should go home first."
Hearing Qiao Xu's words, the use of "we" in her sentence seemed to naturally include him with her and her son. This recognition made Lu Moqing's lips curve upward in pleasure.
"Alright."