The assistant didn't dare to tell the president how he practically kidnapped the child.
Though, this kid seemed to want to be kidnapped.
Mu Jinghang chuckled. Home? He was going to take the kid home. His real home.
As for that woman, she forced the child to stay away from him for so long. As a father, he missed out on five years of his own child's life. What was so wrong to have her feel flustered for a little while?
Sang Lin quietly leaned against Mu Jinghang's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his neck.
His mom's always told him that his father was stupid. But he sure liked his dad.
From today forward, he was a child with a dad.
The father and son duo left the airport. Just then, Sang Wu walked out of the darkness wearing suspenders.
She was now the mother of a six-year-old. Yet her face was still full of collagen.
With that face, her suspenders, and her converse, she looked like a high school student.
