"You are back." Luo Mingxuan sat on the sofa in the living room, his eyes as wide as the deep sea, staring at his children quietly.
"Dad." Luo Xichen nodded.
Luo Mingxuan hummed: "You still know how to come back?"
Luo Xichen smiled dazzlingly and said in a clear voice: "If Wan Qing is back, I will naturally come back."
"Apart from her, is there nothing in this family that can make you miss me?" Luo Mingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his every move exuded a sharp edge.
"Yes." Luo Xichen answered simply, "Dad, you also let me miss you, but we don't get along, so it would be better not to see each other."
Luo Mingxuan's eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule, drifting to Su Wanqing, and sneered: "A woman like you who caused the antagonism between father and son would have to be dipped in a pig cage in ancient times."
Su Wanqing's hands and feet were slightly cold, but there was a calm smile on her face, and she said, "Dad, don't you know there is a saying that harms people for thousands of years?"
Luo Mingxuan threw his head back and laughed, stood up, walked up to Su Wanqing, gave her a big hug, and said with joy in his voice: "Welcome home, scourge."
Su Wanqing was startled and instinctively wanted to run away, but Luo Mingxuan's arms were very strong and held her tightly.
What made her feel guilty the most was that he hugged her in front of Xi Chen.
Turning his eyes to Luo Xichen, his expression didn't seem to change much. He just regarded this as a ceremonial hug from his father to welcome his daughter back.
The mood was very complicated, and Su Wanqing was extremely depressed.
"Let's talk. I'm very tired today. I'm going back to my room to rest." Being sandwiched between the father and son, every second was torture.
Su Wanqing trotted upstairs, as if running away, without saying good night to any of them.
Luo Mingxuan's deep sea-like eyes were locked on her back, and his lips raised a vague arc. She panicked, but she cared.
Luo Xichen's eyes fell on Luo Mingxuan's left ear and asked in surprise: "Dad also wears earrings?"
"What, I can't wear it?" Luo Mingxuan looked at his son.
Luo Xichen shrugged, lay half lazily on the sofa as if he were boneless, pinched a strawberry and threw it in his mouth.
"I didn't expect my father to be so fashionable. He wears earrings and other things. They are all young people's things."
Luo Mingxuan's face suddenly sank, and his voice was like ice slag: "You want to say that I am old?"
The air in the living room suddenly became stagnant, making it chilly.
He couldn't accept it, couldn't accept his son showing off his youthful capital to him!
This is his only weakness when facing Qingqing, this is his scale, his bone, and his Achilles' heel.
Luo Xichen also noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere. His son said that his father was old, which seemed a bit unfilial.
"I made a mistake. Dad is not even forty yet. He is in his prime. How can he grow old?" Luo Xichen sat up straight, his eyes still falling on the sapphire earrings, "But dad, your ears look like
It's inflamed, let me help you deal with it."
"No!" Luo Mingxuan refused sharply.
"But... it's already swollen." He didn't understand why his father's reaction was so intense.
Luo Mingxuan's eyes fell on the fruit plate, motionless, and his voice softened: "Qingqing will help me deal with it."
"But Wan Qing went upstairs to rest."
"Then wait until tomorrow." Luo Mingxuan cut him off, leaving no room for negotiation.