"Don't touch me; you are filthy." He cruelly threw his handkerchief at her.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Yichen ran to the man and asked gloomily, "When will the gala start?"
His face softened a little as he looked at his son. Gently taking his small hand in his, he replied, "Right away."
"I wanna drink grape juice…"
"Okay!" He always granted Yichen's every request.
The love he had for his son was beyond words.
Only after witnessing this scene did Mu Wanrou smile. She stepped forward to lock arms with him. "Zhe, the gala is about to begin."
Mu Yazhe had no change in expression, and the trio slowly entered the elevator.
Lu Jingtian wanted to follow but retreated at the stare Mu Wanrou gave when the latter turned around.
Her heart and soul were shaken by it. She clearly got scared by her menacing look. She only regained her composure after the elevator doors were firmly shut.
"Yun Na, was it really Mr. Mu?"