Yu Chiyin turned off her phone, tossed it into the drawer, and rushed her to bed:
"Hurry up and sleep, or my son will fall asleep before you do."
Upon hearing this, Lu Fengxuan found an excuse to retort, "Oh, now you only have eyes for your precious son; I'm no longer your big darling angel."
"A man's love is indeed the most easily dissipated thing. You used to say you'd do anything for me, but now you even deprive me of the freedom to play with my phone."
"Tsk, men."
Yu Chiyin supported his head with his hands, watching her one-woman show with great interest. It was quite amusing.
"Mrs. Yu, are you jealous?"
Lu Fengxuan wouldn't give him the satisfaction, denying it with a roll of her eyes, "What are you thinking, get over yourself! I'm just pointing out your inconsistency, you don't love me anymore!"
