That voice did not cease until 4 a.m., which made Zhao Juan click her tongue in wonder. How could this man be so formidable? She had clearly heard Su Muqing's pleas for mercy before it had finally ended.
The next morning, Zhao Juan did not get out of bed. Xiao Han did not mind, and he suddenly felt that his room was a bit small. Although it was a three-room flat, which looked quite spacious, it became increasingly inconvenient as more people arrived.
He should buy a villa, Xiao Han thought to himself, then immediately dismissed the thought and decided he should buy three,
one for himself, and one for Wude and Taishang each.
That way, they all would have their own space and wouldn't disturb their partners.
Xiao Han chuckled, stretched lazily, and prepared to go out to buy some breakfast.
As for cooking himself, unless necessary, Xiao Han would not do it.
He took a deep breath; the air in Tianyang City was still quite good, especially fresh in the morning.
