"No, I'm going to hold her to sleep tonight; we said no separate beds."
"...So what exactly do you want?"
"This is your attitude when I call you?!" Moh Shiche said coldly, "I knew you were useless, go to bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Mu Yunshen felt so angry he could vomit blood, "..."
Damn, who the hell is the useless one?!
Moh Shiche paced back and forth in the living room a few times, symbolically turned on the television for a bit, but eventually turned it off and went upstairs.
His tall figure stood at the bedroom door, knocking repeatedly, "Luo Qiangwei, open the door, I have something to say to you."
After knocking for a long time without any response inside, Moh Shiche's brows tightened, and he went straight downstairs to fetch a pair of bolt cutters, dismantling the door lock...
