Good Boy

"But Sister was just talking about someone dying of illness. How can you still laugh? You're too cold…" Before he could finish speaking, he met his father's cold gaze. Chu Jin was so frightened that he burped. "Father, I didn't say anything."

"Lil' Jin, you're right. Your father is too heartless and too cold. Hmph." Ye Muyu found an opportunity to slander him.

Chu Heng narrowed his eyes. His hand on her waist slowly rubbed against her waist. His gaze was dangerous.

"Let's go home first," Ye Muyu said softly, feeling guilty.

Chu Heng restrained himself and smiled.

In front, Xiang Ling'er held the two children's hands as they continued telling stories.

Ye Muyu was fighting with Chu Heng, holding his hand to prevent him from playing any tricks.

Just like that, she soon returned home.

Ye Muyu heaved a sigh of relief when she reached home. She quickly broke away from Chu Heng's encirclement and stepped into the courtyard.