Huo zhongrao was sitting on a coffee-colored leather sofa, his military uniform setting off his tall and straight figure.
His grave and stern face was covered with a layer of coldness, making people want to retreat just by looking at him. His innate aura was completely natural.
Li beixiao put his hands in his pockets and narrowed his eyes. He knew that Huo zhongrao would never talk nonsense. Go home? Which home?
"I can't sleep without her hugging me!"
Li beixiao didn't know that he would have to play word games with Huo zhongrao one day.
Huo zhongrao glanced at li beixiao and did not say anything.
"Mumu, do you want to renovate your room?"
Huo zhongrao asked li Mumu directly.
With Mumu's smart brain, how could she not understand what Godfather meant when he said he wanted to go home.
His Godfather was going to bring his mother home, as well as Tang Tang and him.
How was he supposed to answer that? He was in a difficult position.
