Even if it was the rest of his life, Qingcheng would still be by his side. “You can’t do it, can you?”?

The child was five years old, but he didn't seem to be very happy. He kept hugging his robot.

Lu Qichuan motioned for him to sit down. He reached out and pushed the document in front of him. "Hello, Mr. Tong."

"Mr. Lu."Mr. Tong nodded politely and sat down opposite him.

After the little boy sat down, he continued playing with his robot. Tan Chenxiao had been paying attention to the little boy. When Si Chen was five years old, she had almost forgotten what he looked like.

"Zhong Hong asked you to come, right? I still say that I will not let my son be taken care of by her."Mr. Tong seemed to be quite rational, so it could be seen that his words were a very rational decision.

"But children are more suitable to follow their mothers,"Tan Chenxiao suddenly said, and she was emotional.

The little boy held the toy and looked up at Tan Chenxiao, pursing his lips.