Hai Tang immediately left upon receiving the order.
Turning her gaze to Long Xuanmo, whose face was clouded with displeasure, Yang Mengchen leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, "Alright, getting angry over someone who doesn't matter isn't worth it."
"His crooked heart won't die, and he still covets my Ah Jiu." His wife's initiative was well-appreciated by Long Xuanmo, but his face remained sullen.
Wrapping her arms around Long Xuanmo's neck, Yang Mengchen pecked at his lips, "We belong only to each other, and no one can separate us."
"You are mine, and I am yours, no one can separate us!" Long Xuanmo embraced his wife firmly, delivering a passionate, lengthy kiss. After a long while, he released his wife and said breathlessly, "Ah Jiu, let's have a daughter."
"You don't want a son?" Yang Mengchen raised her eyebrow.
