"I saw him holding a woman with a boy in his arms; they seemed to be having a good time."
Wen Xiaoxi clicked her tongue.
"Xiaoxi, I'm really sleepy." Lan Xin Ai yawned.
"Oh, then you should sleep."
Wen Xiaoxi still had more to say and felt reluctant to stop. She really wanted to ask Lan Xin Ai what had happened between her and Tang Yun Ze, but Xin Ai clearly didn't want to hear about this person, so it wasn't appropriate for her to ask more.
In fact, Wen Xiaoxi was overthinking it. Lan Xin Ai had long forgotten Tang Yun Ze cleanly, her heart and eyes filled only with her Mr. Xi.
After hanging up the phone, Lan Xin Ai looked up and met a pair of bright black eyes.
"Husband." The little woman embraced him.
Xi Yemo's expression was still somewhat lazy, his upper body bare, looking incredibly sexy.
Lan Xin Ai had seen him like this over the years, but every time it still made her blush.
"Whose call was that?"
The man's voice was husky.
