However, Lu Yuan was a spoiled Young Master. He had been given everything he wanted since he was little. How would he possibly listen to him easily?
As expected, Lu Yuan didn't stop because of what Mu Zhong said. Instead, he became even more fierce and he kept screaming at Mu Zhong like a wolf cub, as if he was expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Son, listen to me. I promise I'll buy you chicken wings and chicken legs later. Sit tight now."
Xia Fangqing reached out one hand from the backseat and pressed his son down, not letting him move, while the other hand was still holding the 50 million luggage bag firmly.
"No, no, I want to eat now. I want to eat now. Boohoo, I want Dad, I want Dad!"
Lu Yuan was certainly referring to Lu Bochuan, but he had no idea that his real father was sitting right next to him.
