Baby Ci

Although he was dressed like an old farmer, Han Aoyu's eyes were as cold as daggers, as he stared at Song Ci and Yan Jiang behind her, sizing them up.

Song Ci, who was standing in front of Han Aoyu, was wearing a long pinkish-purple dress with a neck brace. She had on exquisite light makeup and her short burgundy hair was styled in a rather mischievous manner.

At this point, Song Ci was wearing an apron and so was the man behind her. They looked like a couple at the peak of their love.

This was not the most important thing.

Most importantly…

"This is my grandson's house. Who are you?!" Han Aoyu stared at Yan Jiang with a dark gaze.

At this point, Han Aoyu was thinking: Damn it! Han Zhan's wife was actually having an affair with a gigolo behind his back! She was already wearing a neck brace, but didn't forget to mess with a man—outrageous!