'Hur. Sleeping? Yan Rusheng, you're really good at pretending.'
'You're just like a baby. How can you sleep without Wen Xuxu?'
Lu Yinan and Ming Ansheng hurled sarcastic insults.
'These two fellows didn't believe him?'
Young Master Yan frowned and he stretched his hand to switch on the lights. He raised his phone to snap a photo of his darling Wenxin.
He kissed her rosy cheeks and snapped a photo.
Then he quickly typed a message.
'I have my little lover in my arms. Don't be envious.'
He was gloating.
Lu Yinan replied. 'It's not as if we don't have any daughters. I have two and I will hug one with each arm.'
Yan Rusheng was speechless.
Ming Ansheng typed. 'Haha. Bragging blindly without checking your facts.'
Young Master Yan was insulted once more, and he exploded. 'Get out of my sight if you want to continue talking. Don't disturb my sleep.'
