"Don't dislike him." Tang Yue snuggled quietly in his arms, earnestly saying, "If he really comes, we should be very, very happy to welcome him."
Tang Yue was even somewhat looking forward to it; having a child wouldn't be a bad thing—it would be her child of two lifetimes.
The couple returned home sweetly entwined, but as soon as they opened the courtyard gate, Tang Yue felt a void in her heart. In the next moment, Meng Siyu began fighting with someone in the yard, so fast that Tang Yue was completely dumbfounded.
Who is that?
Tang Yue stared at the person fighting with Meng Siyu, tall and thin, looking oddly familiar.
Also, why is this person in their home?
Tang Yue watched them bewildered, knowing Meng Siyu was skilled was one thing, but witnessing it firsthand made her heart couldn't help but flutter.
"Stop fighting!" Tang Yue remembered who the familiar person was, she said, "Gu Chun, what are you doing at my house?"
