Yan Luoxi was already feeling guilty, and now the man's penetrating and profound gaze made it even harder for her to hold her ground. She averted her gaze and took a quiet deep breath. She couldn't seem too eager, or she would give herself away and raise his suspicions.
She pretended her arm was sore, rubbing it and said, "But still, thank you for carrying him for me. Xiaoling becomes as heavy as iron when he falls asleep. In another couple of years, I won't be able to carry him at all."
The tension that had been as sharp as drawn swords dissolved in an instant with her complaint-like tone. Li Yeqi's slightly pursed lips softened as he said, "You went on the show today?"
Yan Luoxi looked at him in surprise, "How did you know?"
"I saw it on television." Li Yeqi said indifferently.
Yan Luoxi tucked the hair on her cheek behind her ear, speaking awkwardly, "It's kind of silly, right? Xiaoling wanted me to be on the show with him, but I didn't want people to know he's my son."
