The computer screen in front of him was divided into several boxes, with a few European faces appearing at the top. Fu Jinghen removed the cover from the camera and said in English, "Continue the meeting."
As Qi Ming passed by the kitchen to grab some fruit, he peered through the crack of the door to see his little uncle smiling brightly. He popped a grape into his mouth and crunched it.
Tsk tsk tsk.
The power of love is truly great.
But he was not envious, because he had it too.
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The next morning, Wen Qiao was awakened by her alarm, struggled to turn it off, and lay back in bed with her eyes closed to clear her mind.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess when suddenly, a deep male voice spoke near her ear—
"Goodnight, baby."
?
Was she hearing things?
Fu Jinghen called her baby?
Wen Qiao rolled twice on the bed, hugging her quilt, and replayed those four words in her mind.
Oh my gosh, an old man calling her baby was actually quite charming.
