Xiao Moli narcissistically thought, and even sincerely transcribed it once more on paper with a fountain pen.
From childhood till now, he hadn't written so many words even in school.
After becoming the CEO, aside from signing his name, he hadn't written anything else.
Others spend money to make their wives happy, while he writes a self-reflection, which would definitely be laughed at if spread around.
However, thinking of An Ziqi's laughing face when she sees this paper, he couldn't help but smile too.
It doesn't matter if others laugh, as long as she is happy.
When he finished transcribing all the text from the computer onto paper and checked the time again, he realized that unknowingly, it was already close to eleven at night.
At this time, An Ziqi must have long since coaxed Xiao Ai to sleep.
If he goes now, he'll have to wake her up, and if he goes home, given his dad and mom's nature of loving a good spectacle, they might be waiting for him to come home to ridicule him.
