Li Xianglu immediately widened her eyes at Qin Xi's words and swiftly climbed into bed, then found a comfortable position in Qin Xi's arms, patting his chest as she said, "Alright, start telling the story."
Qin Xi let out a muted smile. His two naughty kids and their mother were cut from the same cloth, every time he was about to tell a story, both of them would lean on his chest, finding their spots, and only then would they allow him to speak.
Qin Xi laughed slightly and patted Li Xianglu's upturned buttocks before he began to speak slowly.
Qin Xi had met Li Jianqing several times because of work, but Li Jianqing had never asked him to bring anything to Leng Qing or inquire about how Leng Qing was doing over there, as if he could not remember to.
