Qin Nanyu left Nanpo Apartment with his son without any delay.
The little fellow in his arms had been woken up twice, murmuring "Mommy" and rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. Realizing that the person holding him was not his mommy, but his stern-faced daddy, his little face immediately fell.
He made a fuss about going to his mommy's house.
"Mommy's not here, do you want me to reserve a trash can for you?" Qin Nanyu pointed to a green plastic trash can by the roadside and asked.
"..."
The little fellow pursed his lips, furious but not daring to speak.
The harmony between father and son ceased the moment they left Ji Weitian's apartment.
All the way home, it was a silent standoff.
When they arrived at the villa, the butler was waiting in the living room.
Seeing that the little guy was alive and well, having returned from Qin Nanyu's side, he sighed with relief.
"Young Master Yu, the young master has not bathed yet, let me take care of him first."
