Yan Ye pursed his thin lips and gave a faint response.
"Then we should let Mommy sleep in a bit more, huh!" Xiaocheng also knew to let Mommy sleep longer, but he always couldn't help the urge to wake her up.
If he didn't wake Mommy up, she wouldn't be able to play with him.
He couldn't see Mommy and play with her every day now, so he cherished every opportunity he got to see her even more.
After acknowledging his son's point, Yan Ye made a phone call home to have dinner delivered to his office.
Tonight's dinner could only be eaten in the office.
If Xiaocheng hadn't been there, he might have simply ordered food from outside.
No matter how good the food outside was, it wasn't as reassuring as what was made at home.
While Yan Ye was on the phone, Xiaocheng laid his tiny body on top of Lian Xinying.
His two small hands touched the soft blanket, and his lazy demeanor made Yan Ye want to pull him away yet not bear to do so.
