Yun Huan looked at the locked door with a helpless look on his handsome face. The little fella was truly pissed this time; it was their first cold war, and it was already unbearable.
But no matter how unbearable it was, Yun Huan had already made the decision to never let Qin Yi brave any dangers alone.
The little fella was stubborn, but there were some lines that could not be crossed.
Inside, the girl that Yun Huan thought was angry was comfortably stretching with two white balls beside her.
Qin Yi felt much better after waking up. She poked the two balls for fun, but they remained unmoved, continuing to sleep soundly. She soon became bored and stopped.
Before she went downstairs, she could hear conversation taking place in the living room.
The father and two sons had returned home.
