Qin Nanyu: "..."
Was it still possible for him to back out now?
Being irritated by this little brat for a month might actually kill him.
Qin Nanyu tried to bargain for an escape route, "Ji Weitian, the premise of a kind father is a filial son. Do you understand?"
"It's Ruirui who's fine; you're the one with issues," Ji Weitian replied crisply.
Qin Nanyu: "..."
There was no way to continue this conversation.
This little guy was wily, aware that with Ji Weitian shielding him, Qin Nanyu was helpless against him.
At this moment, he was clinging tightly to his mother, his face a picture of helplessness and vulnerability, which made Ji Weitian's maternal instincts overflow. She couldn't bear to even glance at Qin Nanyu, and after saying goodbye to the teacher, she carried her son out.
Once in the car, they didn't drive off, instead sitting in the back with her son in her arms.
Qin Nanyu glanced at the seating arrangement in the car, his brows furrowing into a line.
