The Creator God felt a bit frustrated, suddenly clapped his hands shut, snorted coldly, and said, "Fine, if you don't want it, I'll keep it for myself."
"Uh-huh, thank you, Creator God!"
"The Creator God is not your 'sir,' you should call me Divine Lord."
"Yes, Divine Lord."
The Creator God suddenly felt even more frustrated, gave Mo Shu a look, then suddenly flicked his wide sleeves and disappeared without a trace.
Mo Shu breathed a sigh of relief, even her smile became a bit more genuine.
Yu Siqiao hadn't fallen asleep at all, watching Mo Shu's sleeping face, listening to what she was muttering in her dream.
Mo Shu seemed to be seriously talking to someone in the dream, and Yu Siqiao overheard a few sentences: "I love my husband very much."
"I want to give him happiness."
Yu Siqiao felt overjoyed upon hearing this and couldn't help but tease her, saying in a low voice, "Who is your husband?"
Mo Shu didn't answer. After a moment, she said, "Don't go flirting around..."
