Lu Chen proudly dragged his dad's big hand and gave him a tour of the apartment—this was his bedroom, that was Mom's bedroom, over there was the study, and so on.
That night, Lu Yanhe naturally slept in Su Jia's bedroom.
Lu Chen was in such a good mood, so excited he couldn't fall asleep. He took out all those insanely expensive gifts of his and laid them out for Lu Yanhe to admire.
Looking at them, Lu Yanhe felt a twist in his chest. Those toys were obviously pricey at a glance. Based on what he knew about Su Jia, she would never buy her son things like that.
If not from her, then who would be that good to his son?
No doubt about it—aside from Tang Yuzhou, there couldn't be a second person.
So sooner or later, he was going to replace every single gift in his son's hands with something from him.
On the walls of Su Jia's bedroom hung many framed photos. Most of them were of Lu Chen with her, and a smaller portion were of her with Tang Yuzhou.
