He got out of bed and pulled his phone out from his sweatpants.
It was a call from Lu Ya.
It was almost eleven o'clock. Why was Lu Ya calling at this time?
With a hint of confusion, Tang Feng returned to the bed.
"It's Ya'er's call."
As he said this, Tang Feng leaned against the headboard, ready to answer the call.
Meng Lingshan crawled onto Tang Feng, her pretty face nuzzled against his waist and asked softly, "Can I listen?"
Tang Feng smiled, answered the call, and turned on the speakerphone.
"Hey, little brother, where are you right now? Why don't you reply when I send you messages?"
Lu Ya's sweet voice rang out.
Hearing the voice on the speakerphone, Meng Lingshan's eyes softened with affection.
Her delicate body half-laid across Tang Feng's thighs, her hand gently caressing the muscles on his lower abdomen.
"I didn't have my phone with me, what's up?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you and mom have reached home?"
"Yeah."
