As soon as the two little ones fell asleep, Yu Siqiao gently placed them back in their small bed.
Mo Shu was outside in the pavilion drinking tea, and after settling the children, Yu Siqiao walked towards the pavilion.
From outside the pavilion, the curtains fluttered, with an immortal aura exuding.
Mo Shu held a sleeve in one hand and a glass teacup in the other, looking like an Immortal, indescribably beautiful.
However, as the weather was gradually getting colder, there was a chilly draft in the pavilion.
Upon entering the pavilion, Yu Siqiao was slightly frowning from the cool temperature, glancing at the slender figure of Mo Shu, "Aren't you cold?"
"Not cold," Mo Shu glanced at him, "Sit down, let's talk."
Yu Siqiao turned his gaze, casting a glance at Zhao Mei.
Zhao Mei immediately understood and quickly left.
Yu Siqiao sat down, taking the teacup Mo Shu handed to him, "What would you like to talk about?"
"Let's talk about our marriage."
