From the phone, Wei Zheming heard the vague words of a girl complaining and heard the woman say, "Xiao Wei ah, Aunty has to go now, so let's talk another time."
"Okay," he said before ending the call.
Looking back at Xiao Wu, Wei Zheming sighed. After her father died in the line of duty, her mother remarried and has another family now. There was no mother in her life, so it's no wonder she grew up like a tomboy. Still, it's not bad. This way, she won't be snatched away by a stinky man.
Shaking his head to dispel the thought, he opened his laptop. There was still plenty of work to be done waiting for him.
At the same time, Feng Zhexuan was unpacking the takeout in the kitchen when Yan Yuling emerged from the bedroom. She had taken a hot bath and recovered from her earlier fright.
Seeing her husband busy in the kitchen, she felt like the most blessed woman in the world. With a smile, she walked over and hugged him from behind.
