He had plenty of ways to make sure that little guy wouldn't tell Lu Jingchen about Huanhuan's existence.
Song Qiao looked at Chu Munan in front of her, and for some reason, despite her initial lack of confidence, she suddenly felt she should trust him.
After a while, she managed a smile and nodded, "Okay, I trust you."
"That's the spirit." Chu Munan raised a hand to ruffle her hair, and in doing so, made her neatly tied hair look like a bird's nest. After glancing at his handiwork, he quickly withdrew his hand, awkwardly cleared his throat, and then said, "You eat the noodles first; I'll go in to check on the two little ones. When Lu Jingchen arrives, call us out."
Song Qiao let out a "hmm," "Okay."
