"Aunt Sun, is there something you need?"
Hugging the delicate Zhu Zhixuan tightly, Lin Fan was not willing to separate at this moment, so no matter what it was, he was prepared to find an excuse to send her away.
"Of course, there's something, otherwise why would I run to your house in the middle of the night? Hurry up and open the door for Aunt Sun."
Sun Widow's voice was anxiously hushed, which made both of them even more certain that her late-night visit to Lin Fan's house was likely not with good intentions.
"Aunt Sun, it's very late, I've already gone to bed, let's talk about it tomorrow."
The previous times they met, Lin Fan had seen the fire in Sun Widow's eyes. Although this woman in her forties wasn't bad, she still fell short compared to Zhu Zhixuan in his arms, at least for tonight, he had no interest in her.
"It'll be too late to talk about it tomorrow, we need to talk about it now."
