"Daddy," Jing Huan lifted his head, observing Jing Sinian walking over, perfectly behaved.
Gu Xia smiled and greeted, "President Jing."
"Mrs. Yu," Jing Sinian also returned the courtesy with a polite smile.
He indeed gave off a very gentlemanly, mild impression, but there was always this silent sense of detachment.
It was as if, no matter how familiar you were with him, his tone remained very official.
Gu Xia wasn't quite accustomed to this way of communicating, but Xiao Xue seemed to have taken a liking to it.
Gu Xia really had nothing to talk about with Jing Sinian, so she chose not to speak further.
But she committed every subtle expression of the child to memory.
After a short while, Zhao Ningxue returned, and the moment she saw Jing Sinian, she flashed a sweet smile.
"Why are you here, you don't trust me with your son, afraid I'll sell him?" Zhao Ningxue joked.
Jing Sinian tenderly took her hand, "No, I'm afraid he might sell you."
