A sense of foreboding crept into Lu Zhiyuan's heart, and he quickly asked, "Who is this child? How did her father end up at our house?"
Ye Han glanced at her, placed a plate of fruit in front of the little treasure, and then headed upstairs.
"Ye Han, wait, you... you're not going to call Jinyang down, are you?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Lu Zhiyuan thought Ye Han must have gone crazy.
"Jinyang may be blind, but that doesn't mean he's stupid."
Ye Han walked straight upstairs, ignoring Lu Zhiyuan who was shouting after her from behind.
She was not crazy.
Over the years, her health hadn't been great, and her mood wasn't that good, but ever since Lu Zhiyuan resigned from the chairman position to accompany her, she had been much better.
However, her son, Lu Jinyang, has always been the same way. To be precise, he had become even more silent and reserved since the car accident.
