"Won't wait."
"Mommy, please come out, waa waa waa..." Nianzhi continued scratching at the door from outside.
Nan Sichen finally had no choice but to wrap Qin Yin in the blanket.
Then he put on a piece of clothing, went out to open the door, with a completely unsatisfied expression on his face.
Nianzhi stood at the door, looking pitiful, with lips pursed.
"Go back to your room and sleep." Nan Sichen said coldly.
"I want mommy..." Nianzhi tucked his small hands to his chest, like a little puppy.
"Mommy is busy."
"Busy with what? I'll go see." As Nianzhi spoke, he was about to dive into the room, Nan Sichen furrowed his brows, stretched out his long arms, picked him up, and carried him to his own room.
"Ah ah ah, murdering your own son, mommy save me, mommy save me..."
Qin Yin sat on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, listening to Nianzhi's voice growing more distant, finally disappearing outside the door.
