The moment the call connected, the little cub almost cried, "Daddy..."
The man's brows furrowed slightly as he raised his hand to pause the ongoing meeting, "What's the matter?"
"I made Mommy angry..." Xiao Shang Yin thought of his mistake, sadly pursing his lips, "Daddy, when are you coming home?"
...
Ten minutes later, the Yan Emperor's convoy suddenly appeared outside the mansion.
Li Qiao heard Luoyu's report and raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, "Back already?"
In the afternoon, she had spoken to Shaoyan on the phone, and he had clearly said he needed to work overtime tonight.
And when Zong Yue heard the news, she immediately straightened her posture; no matter how much time passed, she would always instinctively sit upright when she saw Uncle Shaoyan.
At the entrance of the living room, the man walked in holding Xiao Shang Yin with one arm. The little one lay against his shoulder, pouting and stealing glances at Li Qiao.
