"We can only choose to believe in husband." Lu Yingxuan's words carried a hint of resentment.
With that, she turned around.
"Yingxuan, I'm discussing it with you two." Han Zhao quickly comforted her.
"Hmph." Xu Ling snorted when she saw this.
"Alright! Are the two of you sure you don't want to give me face?"
Han Zhao pounced on her.
After a while, a low cry sounded from the gauze tent.
[Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique: Third Level, Can Deduce (48,950/100,000)]
Late at night, Han Zhao went to the two children's bedrooms and tucked them in.
"Father."
At this moment, Han Zhao was about to leave the room when he suddenly heard Nianxuan's voice behind him. He stopped and turned around.
Han Nianxuan was wearing a pink undergarment. There were two cute dimples on her chubby face, and her big watery eyes were filled with reluctance.
"Are you going away?"
