Lu Yanhe's expression turned a bit colder upon hearing her words, "Su Jia, why do you always act so self-righteous?"
"Why are you yelling like that?" Su Jia was a bit confused by his attitude, "If you don't want your son to misunderstand you, you'd better control that bad temper of yours."
Attacking Lu Chen was undoubtedly hitting Lu Yanhe where it hurt the most.
Sure enough, hearing her bring up their son, he stopped talking obediently.
After a while, he spoke sullenly, "You know, my mom has been wanting a grandson for a long time... Anyway, I think it's time for her to meet the child. I'll take you both home."
"Alright, let's go back then. We have to meet sooner or later anyway." Su Jia pinched his face, "You're being sensible."
Lu Yanhe dodged her hand, looked at her irritably, then turned his back to her and picked up the newspaper on the sofa.
