Chapter 91: Throw Her Out the Window

He spoke, ignoring the little girl’s struggles and cries. Lu Junhan kept a cold, handsome face, raised his hand, and directly threw her into the car.

"Daddy!"

The little girl "plopped" onto the car seat, struggled to turn over, pouted her lips, looking somewhat dissatisfied and a bit aggrieved at him: "I haven’t given my brother a gift yet!"

Lu Junhan coldly laughed, then gave her an icy glance,

"You’ve got enough problems of your own, and you’re still thinking about gifts! Just wait, when we get back, I’ll tape your mouth shut! Let’s see how you go around kissing people randomly!"

"Li Li didn’t kiss people randomly!" The little girl sat on the car seat, hugged her little arms, snorted angrily, with a soft and pink face: "Daddy, don’t wrong me, I’ll get mad."

Lu Junhan kept a cold face, his anger almost getting the better of him, not bothering to respond to her.

On the other hand, Song Qingwan overheard and remarked, surprised: "Li Li, who did you kiss randomly? Who’s being so shameless!"

The last sentence she said teasingly; Li Li hadn’t even kissed her.

"Li Li kissed Daddy," one moment the little girl was huffing, the next she crawled into her father’s arms, nonchalantly rubbing her chubby little face against him, "Humph, Daddy is shameless."

Song Qingwan: "..."

She just couldn’t take it; she was so envious!

Lu Junhan merely coldly smiled, saying nothing.

Not long after, he dialed a number with an ominous expression, his slender white fingers calling, his voice icy cold:

"You have one day to get your son out of Hai City, or be ready to collect his body!"

On the other side, Pei Mingzhi’s voice was steady and flat, yet carried a slight smile, clearly already informed by his subordinate about the incident with the little girl and Pei Xiubai.

He replied nonchalantly, "No need, I’ll give you this son of mine, just spare his life. After all, he’s offended the little girl, couldn’t afford compensation anyway, let him offer himself as compensation then..."

Lu Junhan sneered, "What a pretty picture you’ve painted!"

"Naturally..."

Before the other could finish, Lu Junhan brusquely hung up the phone.

Song Qingwan noticed and lifted her gaze, "It was Pei Mingzhi’s call?"

"Yes."

"Are you at odds with each other again?"

Song Qingwan rubbed her forehead, which was becoming a headache.

Pei Mingzhi’s territory was in Beijing, with a status akin to Lu Junhan’s in Hai City. Pei Mingzhi was someone feared in Beijing, just as much as Lu Junhan was in Hai City.

These two had been rivals since school days, neither yielding to the other. As adults, their battles only intensified, leaving Song Qingwan often vexed by these two troublesome kids.

"No," Lu Junhan narrowed his eyes dangerously, replied coldly, "He came to deliver his son."

"Deliver his son?" Song Qingwan glanced at the clueless little girl, recalling the sight of Pei Xiubai in a wheelchair at the hospital earlier, incredulous:

"No way? Li Li is so young, yet he’s sending his son over? As a child bride? Plus, plus... Didn’t Pei Xiubai pinch Li Li? How could he..."

Lu Junhan silently gave her a look, that gaze, just like when he looked at Li Li... Oh, no, it’s like the one for a simpleton.

Song Qingwan restrained the impulse to smack him, holding back her anger as she asked, "Isn’t that right?"

Lu Junhan answered indifferently, "He’s coming to deliver his son’s body; I’m planning to oblige him."

Song Qingwan: "..."

This grudge must run really deep.

Lu Junhan looked at the clingy little girl in his arms, utterly unaware of the trouble she caused, sneered, grabbed her up, and dumped her onto the empty seat beside him.

"Daddy..."

The little girl looked at him pitifully.

"Sit there until I calm down," Lu Junhan glared at her coldly, "or be ready for me to toss you out the window!"