Pitiful

The next morning when An Xiulan was asleep without any worry about the world. Lu Xuan was awake and sitting in the living room wearing his tracksuit. As he saw An Qinyan in her tracksuit, he cleared his throat. 

"Uhum..are you going for your morning run?" Lu Xuan asked. He appeared as if they had coincidentally met. Surely, something mischievous was cooking up in his mind. 

"Yeah, you know I run daily. Do you wanna join mom?" An Qinyan asked, hiding her smile. 

"Whatever," Lu Xuan played hard to get. 

Both of them returned from their morning run after an hour only to see an angry little girl standing at the door with her dishevelled hair and unwashed face. She was shooting glares at the stinky brat!

How dare he steal her mom?