He was a five-year-old boy, not much older than Mizuki.
He stood there calmly, his dark, bright eyes staring straight at him, seemingly hostile.
Luo Xiu stood up and walked to Lu Anyu.
Shen Jinmo was worried that Luo Xiu would make things difficult for Lu Anyu, a child, so he instructed his subordinates to report the case to the police station in advance, claiming that the Luo family was causing trouble and seeking police assistance.
Lu Anyu stared longingly at the tall foreign man, taking steps back.
"Little friend, why is your drawing so badly scratched? If it's so well drawn, you shouldn't waste it like this."
Luo Xiu picked up two broken paintings that were now just frames, examined them carefully, but couldn't see anything special about them.
"Do you know who I am?" Luo Xiu pulled Ruixi in front of Lu Anyu, and the two children stood together.
Lu Anyu puffed out his chest: "I know you're his father. But having a father doesn't make you any better. I don't have a father, and I'm just as unafraid of you, hmph."
“Who said you don’t have a father? Don’t I? Didn’t you just acknowledge him?” Shen Jingmo suddenly stepped forward, blocking Lu Anyu’s path.
Outside the exhibition hall, Lu Zhiwei paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
Ultimately, it was that brat Lu Anyu who wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on bringing the painting here, causing all this trouble.
She didn't want to have anything to do with either Shen Jinmo or Luo Xiu anymore.
It seems that bringing Lu Anyu back safely today won't be so easy.
"Get out of here. Everyone knows you, Shen Jinmo, are divorced. Your ex-wife even had an abortion. Where did you get a son?" Luo Xiu glanced at Shen Jinmo with disdain.
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