In the car, Little Treasure was staring at the cellphone with a heavy expression.
Lu Tingxiao released his safety belt. "I’ll go in to look, wait here for me."
Little Treasure immediately tugged on his father’s sleeve, indicating he wanted to go as well.
Lu Tingxiao glanced at his son. "If by chance she is drunk, do I carry you or do I carry her?"
Little Treasure puffed up his cheeks, expressing his disagreement. He didn’t need anyone to carry him.
Lu Tingxiao’s expression darkened. "How unfortunate, after what happened last time, my trust in you has hit rock bottom. I don’t believe that you can take care of yourself. If it happens again, even I cannot handle the consequences. Do you understand?"
Little Treasure drooped his head, looking dejected.
Realizing that he had been too harsh, he tousled his son’s hair. "I’ll be back soon."
"Old Zhang, drive the car to the underground parking."
"Yes, Young Master."
