When Bai Yingzhu found Bai Lang, he was squatting bitterly in front of the huge French window and begging the boy to come home.
"Baby Gong, I beg you. It's cold here and the wind is strong. If you catch a cold, your father will kill me!"
The boy was indifferent.
"Baby Gong, I'm sorry. I went to the washroom for a long time just now and didn't come to accompany you in time. Don't be angry, okay?"
The boy ignored him.
"Baby Gong, that little vixen who's pestering your father is already here! Don't you want to take a look? I'll take you there!" Bai Lang used his trump card.
However, the boy remained silent.
He leaned against the railing alone and stared intently at the bustling customers outside the French window and the long golden corridor.
Those innocent and big eyes were watery and reflected a cold and lonely starlight.
Bai Lang was really going crazy.
