"Hmm."
Mo Yinhe stared at the woman in the photo album, a face completely different from Si Mingjing's.
"Dad, isn't it pitiful not to have a wife to warm your bed?"
Mo Yinhe thought for a moment. "Indeed, it's quite pitiful." Even though she's just a wall away, I can't just go over and sleep with her. I can only flip through this photo album, pining. There's no one in the world more miserable than me.
"Luckily, I have a wife. Dad, I'm off to find my wife to warm my bed for me. Bye-bye!"
Mo Yinhe's handsome face darkened. This little brat! So he didn't come to comfort me, but to stab me in the heart!
Just as Ye Nianbai tumbled out of bed, Mo Yinhe stretched out his arm, and the little guy was back on the bed. He was about to teach the Little Dragon a lesson when his phone rang.
It was a video call from Qu Liushang.
Mo Yinhe narrowed his eyes slightly. What's Qu Liushang doing, calling me in the middle of the night?
Mo Yinhe answered the video call.
