Zhan Zhan’s voice was laced with disappointment. “Oh, okay.” Once the call ended, Jing Ting finished dressing the children and led them downstairs. “Daddy, didn’t Mommy tell you before she left?” “She did,” he said, covering. “I just didn’t catch what she said. Now, go on and have breakfast.” In the back of the Lamborghini, on his way to the office, Jing Ting was enveloped in a serene atmosphere.