Mu Yuchen nodded gently. His deep voice was sensitive as he replied, "Mmm, they've left. It's already so late. No bringing such topics into the bedroom the next time."
Then, he reached over to Mu Xiaocheng before gently picking him up. "Come here, my son. Let me carry you."
"Go and shower first! You smell like alcohol. You'll suffocate him. I've gotten your clothes out for you. Chop chop!" Xi Xiaye stopped him, snatched her son over, and looked at him in disdain.
Mu Yuchen spread his palms open helplessly, took a look at Xi Xiaye, then leaned down slightly to say in his son's ear softly, "Son, do you see that? Your mother's beginning to not like me now."
"Go now. You're so dirty!" Xi Xiaye reached out to push him away, but he just chuckled softly and then stole a peck on her lips before going to the bathroom.
