A single sentence shattered the hearts of the female subordinates.
The lament was, why wasn't this kind of good man their husband.
Lu Meng must have saved the Milky Way in her past life to get their Director Song.
On the way back to the villa, he specially stopped by a flower shop and bought a bouquet of yellow roses.
The language of yellow roses is apology; hoping Lu Meng would understand his intentions.
Upon returning to the villa, the servant told him that Lu Meng had gone out and hadn't returned home yet.
"Jingxing then? Did she take Jingxing out with her?"
The servant shook his head, "No, Miss went out by herself, without taking Little Jingxing."
Going out alone?
Song Yunchi put the flowers down and went upstairs while loosening his tie.
In the children's room, Little Jingxing was sound asleep, his fair cheeks sleeping flushed, with his two small chubby hands clenched into fists.
Song Yunchi bent down and kissed him, finally feeling at ease.
