Han Xiayang narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between his brother and the uniform-wearing An Nan.
"Haha, you two, do you have any good news to announce?" He felt that there was something ambiguous between them.
An Nan rolled his eyes vigorously, unsure of what to say, and gave Lin Mubai a warning look, signaling him to handle it.
Lin Mubai caught on instantly, draping an arm over the other’s neck, and warned quietly, "Han Xiayang, cut it out."
His wife hadn’t been won over yet, and if things got messed up, he would hold him accountable.
Han Xiayang sheepishly rubbed his prominent nose, grinning sneakily, "Alright, alright, I get it. The car’s in the parking lot—let’s go."
Saying this, he reached out to take An Nan’s suitcase, but An Nan casually avoided it, "It’s not heavy, I’ll handle it myself. Thank you."
Being refused, Han Xiayang’s face showed a hint of awkwardness, but he wasn’t a sensitive person, quickly gathering himself, "Miss An, this way please." As An Nan was leaving, she didn’t forget to hold little Jia You’s hand. Behind them were Lin Mubai, casually smiling, and Xi Shaoqi, looking wooden.
Even now, his heart was still full of shock. Though he had heard rumors before, they were nothing compared to the astonishment of seeing it firsthand. Yet, he felt puzzled too. An Nan was already twenty-eight this year, the little one seemed around ten years old, so how old was An Nan at that time? Just a teenager, and already gave birth to this child?
Several times he wanted to ask, but in the end, Xi Shaoqi chose silence, thinking simply. The past was the past; what’s done is done. There’s no need to dwell overly on it. What’s important is the future. Seeing his good friend Mubai’s attitude of not minding the child, why should he worry?
The group reached the parking lot outside the airport. An Jiayou suddenly stopped and An Nan puzzledly turned to look at him, "Jiayou, what’s wrong?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꞁire.net
"An Nan, I want to go to the restroom."
Lin Mubai was about to say, "I’ll go with you," but was interrupted by a tender voice, "Uncle Han, can you go with me?"
Faced with such an invitation, Han Xiayang couldn’t refuse, promptly nodding in agreement, "Let’s go, Uncle Han will go with you."
Watching the pair leave, An Nan wondered in his heart, when had this little guy become so familiar with Han Xiayang?
Since when they arrived, Xi Shaoqi and Han Xiayang had each driven a car, and now, with Han Xiayang taking the little one to the supermarket, the rest of them had no choice but to get into Xi Shaoqi’s car. Even now, Third Young Master Xi was still marveling, "The kid’s eyebrows and eyes are really fine, surely he takes after his dad."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Shaoqi suddenly realized he had misspoken, the atmosphere immediately became awkward, and he noted that An Nan’s previously bright face now carried an undertone of fierceness, exerting invisible pressure.
The odd tension in the car didn’t last long before it was broken by a series of knocks on the car window. Little Jia You climbed into the car joyfully, still carrying his small backpack. Once on board, he cheerfully ordered Xi Shaoqi in the driver’s seat, "Let’s go, Uncle Han said he’s got some business, he’ll drive himself."