Zhu Yiming, before he walked over, suddenly hugged Lu Sinian tightly.
"Lu Beichen, calm down, your son is in my hands!"
"Ah ah ah, Uncle Zhu, you're squeezing my back!" Lu Sinian squirmed disdainfully, not wanting to be the shield.
"Don't move, kid. This mess is all your doing, you should be taking the heat upfront!"
He whispered in Lu Sinian's ear, but Little Bun was having none of it, "You're the one who said it, I just repeated it, what's it got to do with me?"
Little Bun stretched out his hands with an indifferent expression that mirrored Lu Beichen's, truly annoying!
Lu Beichen looked down at them, a graceful smile on his face, "He's not the test-tube baby you made, yet you're using him as a shield?"
Zhu Yiming laughed awkwardly, "Just joking around!"
