Even Lu Zhenping, with his thick skin, felt a bit embarrassed at the moment. He waved his hands and shooed the children out of the room.
"Don't talk nonsense. Go on and play!"
Lu Zhenping's voice was a bit loud out of shame and anger, scaring little Ming Kai in Lu Mingyang's arms so much that he suddenly buried his head on his brother's shoulder, tightly hugging his neck.
Lu Zhenping felt a tinge of regret looking at his youngest son. This was his son, whom he had barely seen since birth. He had only hurried back once during Lu Jiasheng's wedding, and it hadn't been two days before he left again. Back then, Ming Kai was still swaddled up, soft and vulnerable, and he had been too clumsy and afraid to hold him, not realizing he would miss out on so many years.
