Our Son

The two humans and a cat stared at each other for a long time.

Mr. Fluffball did not know what his parents were discussing about but he could feel that it was about him. At this time, he could only act cute so that the two of them would not leave him to another stranger again.

"I will look after him," Song Xing Xing decided. "It would be troublesome if Mr. Fluffball misbehaved at the hotel."

Lu Xun frowned at the idea. He still had another plan for Mr. Fluffball for the wedding day. If Mr. Fluffball did not attend their wedding, then his surprise was not going to work. However, if he insisted to bring Mr. Fluffball with him, someone was going to be unhappy and begin to suspect something.

"Tomorrow, you can let Bei Yuan come over and pick up Mr. Fluffball," Song Xing Xing said.