Wen Meimei felt increasingly distressed and hurriedly stopped him, "Qiao King of Hell, just a small gesture is enough, don't do so much, hurry up and get up."
Qiao Chengxun didn't mind, "It's fine, my hands can still support it."
"I told you to get up, so get up, did you hear me!"
Wen Meimei urged softly, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of making Little Moliu cry.
Qiao Chengxun sensed her displeasure, so he got up, and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands, leaving just one remark, "Meimei, put Moliu to sleep first, I have something to tell you later."
"Alright."
Wen Meimei thought it might be something good, she immediately cheered up and quickly looked down to soothe her son.
Little Moliu easily got sleepy, and after a while, he fell asleep. Wen Meimei carried her son to the baby's room on the second floor, then hurriedly ran back to the living room.
