Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer were awkwardly silent as if they were in the Pacific Ocean.
Li Wanzi looked at them with sleepy, pitiful eyes, probably too groggy to remember that Han Luoli had returned.
The little one mumbled in dissatisfaction, instinctively changed to a comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.
His small hand still clung to Mommy's waist.
Han Luoli: "..."
Who allowed this little brat to sleep with his wife!
Damn damn damn!
Isn't this just a plain nuisance!
Gu Xiaoer glared at Han Luoli, who was looking displeased. She had just reminded him that Li Wanzi was there, didn't she?
"Has he always been like this?" Han Luoli asked in a low, unhappy voice.
While he was away, did this little brat sleep with his wife every single day?
"Our son got scared today," Gu Xiaoer quietly explained.
