Just as ruan Mengmeng's Lotus-like arms took the initiative to climb onto the man's broad shoulders and hook around his neck, a light cough without restraint came from the direction of the door.
"You guys, what are you doing ..."
After a low and cold cough, Zhan Yang's slightly embarrassed voice was heard.
He was only worried about Mengmeng's 'learning' progress and specially came over to check on her. He had actually seen such a farce.
"Ah, dad!" Ruan Mengmeng was startled by Zhan Yang's sudden voice, and she almost fell off li junyu's lap.
However, even if li junyu had pretended to be khiton, he would not have let his little wife fall.
The man's large hands caught his frightened little wife. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhan Yang, who was standing at the door.
He saw that the warmth on Zhan Yang's mature and handsome face had disappeared. A gloomy and cold glint was hidden in his eyes.
