Lin Yan brought her son home, and Lu Chenyuan was sitting on the sofa downstairs, wearing dress pants and shirtless, eating instant noodles.
Lin Yan's eyes involuntarily lingered on President Lu's bare torso.
She was curious—Lu Chenyuan hadn't been exercising much lately, yet he still had such a good physique, without an ounce of extra fat, and with his abdominal muscles, one might think he consumed a lot of protein powder.
"Is Nanny Huai not here?"
If Nanny Huai were here, Lin Yan couldn't believe that someone as particular as Lu Chenyuan would have taken off his clothes.
"She took leave, went back to her hometown for some affairs, will be back in two or three days. These days, I'll have to take care of the child myself."
Ou picked up the instant noodle cup from the coffee table, knit his small brows, and nagged, "This is junk food, you shouldn't eat it. Daddy, can't you cook for yourself? The fridge is always full at home, yet you don't eat it."
