The Second Photo

"Mommy, brother and sister have reconciled!" The little boy clapped his hands happily.

A woman in her thirties gently stroked the little boy's head and smiled gently in Song Jia and Lu Zhen's direction. It was good to be young. Even if there was a conflict, they would reconcile quickly.

Hearing the little boy's words, Lu Zhen could already imagine that everyone in the elevator was probably paying attention to her and Song Jia.

At the same time, Lu Zhen was relieved. Fortunately, no one knew that she was Lu Zhen. She would just pretend that she was acting as a couple just now.

The elevator stopped and the others slowly walked out. Because Lu Zhen was too excited, she didn't notice that the elevator had stopped until Song Jia's voice sounded in her ear. "The elevator has stopped." With that, Song Jia seemed to smile. There was a hint of a joke in his voice. "Why? Haven't you hugged enough?"