Ah!
Before she could finish her sentence, her old man had already disappeared in a flash!
She couldn't help but click her tongue in admiration. He truly lived up to being Sanqi's dad—impressive, quick in action, and infinitely charming.
In her heart, she gave this father full marks.
Rushing to the bedroom door in a whirlwind, Xing Liehuo rubbed his forehead, feeling frustrated.
The curtains were wide open, sunlight spilled in, and his woman had already dressed and sat up, staring blankly at the martyr's certificate. From his angle, the slender silhouette looked so lonely and sad that it was transparent.
The room was silent.
It seemed that certain atmospheres couldn't be disrupted; once interrupted, they reverted to their original form.
