The next morning.
Shen Siyuan got up early, bought breakfast, then cycled to the company.
But Ruan Hongzhuang was still sound asleep, not yet awake.
However, Shen Siyuan's trip to the company wasn't for work; he took another day off.
Because he had an appointment today with Song Meixian and others.
At this time, Zhao Ru Jin had also returned to Ruijin with his father, Zhao Dezhu.
The early morning sunlight streamed in through the car window, and Zhao Dezhu looked blankly at his son's young face.
Still with a childish look, yet his expression seemed particularly mature, which made Zhao Dezhu slightly uncomfortable inside; at his age, he should be lively and innocent.
"Zhou Zhou," Zhao Dezhu reached out to hold his son's small hand.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Ru Jin looked back at him, puzzled.
"Do you hate your mother?" asked Zhao Dezhu.
Zhao Ru Jin first nodded, then shook his head.
"I used to hate her, despise her, but now, not anymore, she's my mom," said Zhao Ru Jin.
