Tong Airui frowned slightly. Isn't this the voice of the man looking for his kid?
How come he just found his kid, and now they're arguing?
"It's the voice of that guy looking for his kid," Yi Luowa also recognized it.
"Don't meddle. We still have our own business to handle." Tong Airui grabbed her hand and headed straight to their cabin.
Outside, the small wooden cabin looked primitive, but inside it was outfitted with modern high-tech amenities. The walls were covered in childhood doodles by Tong Airui and Yi Luowa. Yi Luowa smiled as she examined every single drawing, quickly forgetting about the quarrel between the father and daughter.
After showering, the two lay on the big bed. Under Yi Luowa's relentless curiosity, Tong Airui began talking about his childhood.
By the end of his story, Tong Airui said regretfully, "I've never slept on my parents' bed all my life. When we have kids, I'll definitely not guard the bed and my woman so fiercely like my dad did."
