Because she was hurt too deeply,
she was very resistant to affection.
Yet she could accept Zhou Yanxu.
Indeed, when people are most vulnerable, the lifeline they grasp in their hands becomes their deity.
He was somewhat curious where she came from and what her past was like.
"Mom's awake."
Shang Xu woke up amidst the adults' quarreling.
Climbing out of Jiang Nanshu's arms, he pushed open the door and saw Lu Junqin, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
His small, milk-like voice was filled with joy.
He toddled excitedly into the room.
The noblewoman and the middle-aged man exchanged glances.
They guessed that their earlier conversation had probably been overheard.
But as parents, they were out of options.
The Lu Family's power still lay in Old Sir Lu's hands.
Though they were blood relatives, there was always some distance.
Otherwise, why couldn't they allow their son to intern at the company?
