"Our old man is really something." In the neighboring room, Fu Ling laughed while applying hand cream, "Doing it like this, isn't he afraid of suffocating Yunhai?"
"Poor Lingling in the future." Fu Ling said.
"Oh right." Su Encai, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up, "No way, I have to go remind the old man."
Before Fu Ling could say anything else, Su Encai quickly dashed out.
Behind him, Fu Ling shook her head with a smile.
Having a little girl in the house really makes a difference, it suddenly feels full of life.
Walking out, she saw her son come out of the room looking quite dapper, and Fu Ling rolled her eyes in disapproval.
Su Ziqiao, "..."
It's so early in the morning, who did he provoke? Why is everyone looking at him like that?
Su Ziqiao felt maybe he should just run away from home.
Looks like he really needs to buy a house now, he can't afford a courtyard like Brother Hai, but he can buy a three-bedroom apartment in those newly built blocks.
Uh...
