Wanxin immediately reached out to snatch it as soon as she realized what it was. Yangyang looked confused, suddenly feeling like crying.
"Baby, give this to Mommy, and Mommy will give you something else later, okay?"
Su Wanxin squatted down to coax him, and after completing the set of kissing, hugging, and lifting him up high, she succeeded effortlessly.
Fu Shihan parked the car and entered the house to see her smug little expression, a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" Su Wanxin asked him softly, feeling inexplicably guilty. "How am I supposed to lie to them later?"
"Just say I climbed over the wall to get in, and you couldn't stop me."
Fu Shihan touched her head, pulled her to the couch, and examined the wound she had scraped the day before.
The wound had mostly scabbed over, but her leg was bruised and purple, and Fu Shihan couldn't help but feel heartache.
"Go upstairs, to your room, I need to talk to you about something."
