When Song Qiao heard this, she immediately felt there was hope. A big smile appeared on her face as she said, "Actually, you're taking care of your son on your own, working, traveling from time to time, and sometimes working overtime…"
Before Song Qiao could finish, Lu Jingchen swept his indifferent gaze over, "Speak plainly."
Song Qiao, "…" Isn't what she's saying plain enough?
However, because of Lu Jingchen's words, she decided not to beat around the bush and got straight to the point, "What I mean is actually quite simple. Anyway, I will be in An City for a long time. Why don't you let me take care of Wangshu?"
"Impossible." Lu Jingchen refused without even thinking.
Song Qiao's smile froze. In fact, she had prepared a lot of words to try and persuade Lu Jingchen, but now she felt an impulse to curse.
She found that Lu Jingchen was really unsuitable for conversation, capable of ending a topic within minutes.
