"Daddy, don't go looking for that bad woman anymore; just accompany me and mommy from now on!"
The child's voice was innocuous and his smile was innocent.
A normal person would likely already melt into a puddle of water over his voice and smile.
Ji Ziming, meanwhile, still held a cold expression. His eyes were dark and icy—truly unlike a father looking at his son.
His dark and cold orbs were frigid and interrogative.
Frightened by his gaze, the child's smile quickly faded.
Opening his arms, he rushed into Qu Jingwan's embrace.
"Mommy…"
He softly called out. Before he could start acting cutesy, his stony-faced father dragged him out of her embrace.
"Ah!"
He exclaimed in surprise. His body was suddenly in the air as the man lifted him up.
"Mommy, save me!"
His scream for help called the young lady back from her shock from today's events.
