Zaizai was insistent, stretching his arms out like lotus root sections toward his godfather: "I want to sleep with godfather—"
"Zaizai!" Jiayi chastised quietly, cajoling, "Godfather has to work tomorrow! You'll disturb his rest!"
She really didn't know what charm this man possessed, how Zaizai had suddenly become so attached to him, whereas not long ago, he hated the man to death.
Huo Zhenyang hooked a nearly imperceptible smile: "Then carry him upstairs to my bedroom."
She hadn't expected him to agree, "This isn't good, Zaizai sleeps very restlessly, it will affect your rest."
Huo Zhenyang's eyes flickered slightly: "But aren't you here?"
With her there? So was this man anticipating that she would stay in his bedroom all night to accompany her son?
She was taken aback, but the Little Meatball in her arms was already kicking his legs and making a fuss: "Mommy, I want to sleep in godfather's room..."
Jiayi had no choice but to put Zaizai down first.
