Furthermore, from Lu Chen's words, it was clear that he had just been using English to communicate with his son.
Pretending to speak English with his son to win the boy's favor, and ultimately aligning with his son to leave her isolated.
Such cunning.
Su Jia snorted disdainfully. She actually knew how good Lu Yanhe's English was, almost indistinguishable from a native of the United States.
But even if it's that good, is it such a big deal?
She raised her son, who has high standards, by herself. Is there any need to look at him with such admiration?
"Dad, did you grow up in the United States?" Lu Chen asked curiously, "Your English is great!"
Su Jia: "..."
Finally, for the first time, she felt like her painstakingly nurtured cabbage had been eaten by a pig.
"Dad grew up in China," Lu Yanhe explained, then found a new outfit for him from the closet, "but Dad can speak English, just like Lu Chen grew up in the United States but is still fluent in both English and Chinese."
