The moment the call was picked up, Gu Jue's irritable voice could be heard.
"What's the matter now?"
At that moment, Lord Jue's voice was filled with fatigue and displeasure.
Just imagine, when a person was about to climb to the peak of pleasure, but was interrupted, who could feel good?
"Little 9th, do you need to brush out the finished milk bottle?"
Ji Chenzhou's lazy voice could be heard from the phone.
Unlike Gu Jue's irascible voice, his voice was very light, gentle, and pleasant to the ears.
It was like one person going south and the other going north, two extremes.
On the other end of the phone, Gu Jue paused for about six to seven seconds.
Then, he smiled. His smile was unusually feminine.
"Son, are you looking for a beating?"
Gu Jue said this through gritted teeth. If Ji Chenzhou was standing in front of him now ...
He would definitely bite him to death ...
"Father, when are you coming back? I'm hungry!"
