"Why would I lie to you?"
An Jichuan showed her the phone screen. There were indeed two little heads on the screen. After seeing her, they began fighting for screen space to talk to their Mommy.
Xue Yating's heart melted when she heard the children's voices. "Give me your phone."
She reached out a hand through the door, wanting to take his phone.
"Take it."
He placed the phone in her hand and grabbed her hand. He pushed the door open and barged in.
After the man entered, he locked the door and pressed his back against it. Xue Yating retreated in shock. "Hey! You! Get out! This is my room!"
"Hurry up and talk to our sons. They're both worried sick!"
An Jichuan had no intention of leaving. It wasn't easy for him to come in. He didn't want to go out.
Xue Yating realized she could not chase him away, so she could only make use of the time to chat with the children.
