The excitement on Lu Youheng's face disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He stared at his daddy for a long time before asking, "Are you going to marry Aunt Manman?"
Lu Youheng was stunned.
He had never thought that Lu Youheng would think that way.
"What on earth is in your mind?" Lu Lingxiao couldn't help but ask.
There was a hint of dejection in Lu Youheng's expression; he fiddled with the edges of the colored ribbon in his hand, looked down, and said, "I heard it all, she called you 'baby'..."
Lu Lingxiao: "..."
Lu Lingxiao looked at the little guy in front of him, wondering when he would stop this bad habit of eavesdropping.
Lu Lingxiao felt the urge to smoke rise again.
Seeing that daddy didn't speak, Lu Youheng, with a dejected face, slouched into the sofa, not even wanting to decorate the Christmas tree anymore.
His lifted feet dangled a pair of slippers, teetering between his big toe and index finger.
