"You don't date and plan to become a monk, but you can't expect your sister to be the same, right?"
Ye Tianjing took a deep breath to avoid cursing: "What about these documents?"
"Uh, just send them to my email. If there's no problem, I'll sign them and fax them back to you."
"Alright, alright. By the way, did you bring the child over?"
"No, it's supposed to be a couple's world, bringing the child would be a hassle."
If Jun Xiaobao were here, that would be trouble.
"Is that how you should be as a mom? Going out to have fun and leaving the child behind."
"Then can you go see him for me? He told me he misses his uncle."
"Alright, it's settled then. I won't keep talking, bye-bye."
Ye Ranran quickly hung up the phone.
By this time, Jun Mochan had already gotten dressed again and was lying in bed.
She nudged Jun Mochan with her leg: "Dead?"
"Are you cursing your own husband?" Jun Mochan opened his eyes.
"Of course not, what are you doing now?" Ye Ranran snuggled up closer.
