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At Jingshan Villa, He Zhiyao had been tormented by Star until past ten o'clock at night before he finally managed to put the ancestor to sleep.
He Zhiyao let out a deep sigh. He really wanted to know how Qin Shuang could stand such a tormenting little thing.
He sat beside the bed for a while longer before getting up and leaving the children's room to return to his study.
He glanced at the ground that had been turned into a toy field and, holding his phone, walked over to sit down in a chair.
No sooner had he sat down than his phone vibrated in his hand once again.
He Zhiyao removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Stretching out his hand, he pressed to answer the call.
Su Jiucheng shouted, "Brother Yao, Brother Yao, you've finally answered the phone! When exactly are you coming back?"
He Zhiyao thought about it and felt that he probably, maybe wouldn't be able to return anytime soon, "Not coming back for now."
