Xuxu shook her head and smiled. "It's alright. Actually, she's very sensible."
While she was talking, the little girl had gone back to join the rest of the children. Xuxu's eyes began to look wistful.
"I really couldn't tell that you liked children so much."
She smiled when she heard Zhou Shuang, but didn't say a word.
Then Zhou Shuang continued, "Since you like kids, then you should hurry up and have a child with Yan Rusheng. Even though his personality isn't great, but he does have superior genes. Yan Rusheng and your child will naturally possess both looks and intelligence."
"Of course, the prerequisite is that he shouldn't be as pretentious as his dad."
She rattled on without noticing that Xuxu was looking at the little girl among the children. Her tiny figure seemed so adorable yet so pitiful in their midst.
The child she would have with him would naturally possess both looks and intelligence...
She mulled over Zhou Shuang's words and sighed despondently.
Flourish & Prosper.
Yan Rusheng stared at the computer screen which was playing a video from a surveillance camera. His expression was hostile, and his malicious-looking eyes shone with a murderous gleam.
The video ended and he retrieved his cigarette case from his drawer and lighted a cigarette.
Another hand was resting on a pile of phone records and bank transaction statements. His hands were balled into fists, and every tendon seemed to pop up.
Wisps of white smoke resembling white frost seemed to freeze the atmosphere in the room.
There was a man in a black t-shirt who sat facing Yan Rusheng. His handsome face contained a fearful expression. "Third Yan, are you thinking of killing someone?"
But his tone didn't betray his fear.
"Why would I kill someone?" Yan Rusheng lifted his eyebrows coldly and glanced at him. He paused for a second before continuing, "Commander Mu, you should oversee this matter to the end."
"What?" Mu Qingteng twitched his lips. "Third Yan, your demands are becoming more unreasonable."
Yan Rusheng pressed his lips together, tightly knitting his thick eyebrows. He had a ruthless and savage-looking expression.
Mu Qingteng yielded and waved his hands. "Forget it, I'll help you watch over this matter until the end. I got this."
If he really let Yan Rusheng have his way, he would definitely make the culprit pay with his life.
He pressed against the arms of the chair and stood up. As an army commander, he exuded an aura of unyielding resolution and grace, and he had a dignified and upright personality.
He turned to leave, and something came to his mind. He looked at Yan Rusheng. "I won't get involved with Ansheng's side. Don't throw me under the bus when the time comes."
Yan Rusheng stayed silent, but Mu Qingteng didn't expect him to reply.
After he said his piece, he marched out of Yan Rusheng's office.
The black S600 made a turn in the courtyard, and Yan Rusheng switched off the engine.
He came out from the driver's seat and walked hurriedly towards the house.
"Third Young Master is back."
He entered the living room to see Aunt Zhang walking out from the dining room.
He responded with a curt 'mm' and asked, "Has she eaten?"
Usually, he came home straight from work, but today it was already past dinner time.
Aunt Zhang knew the 'she' that he was referring to. "I was about to contact her. She went out with Miss Zhou this afternoon, and she hasn't returned."
He furrowed his eyebrows with displeasure. "They were out the entire afternoon?"