Looking at Song Jiaying, who used to be so aloof, now smiling like a blooming flower, Ning Ge felt so sour that it was like the sour water in his stomach was bubbling and boiling.
Then he looked at the man standing opposite her, tall and slender, with a parted hairstyle, wearing a cream-colored casual shirt, checked casual trousers, and a pair of khaki leather shoes, exuding a gentle and refined demeanor.
The man was also looking at Song Jiaying, with bright eyes, and Ning Ge immediately felt a sense of crisis surrounding him, prompting him to poke at his son's waist.
"Did you see that man? What's his deal, has your mom mentioned him?"
Now, Song Jiaying wasn't living with the Song family but had bought her own house, living independently with her son. As for Ning Ge, through persistent efforts, he managed to acknowledge his son, but he still hadn't won over his wife.
