Zhan Moxiao looked up at his little wife, "What's up?"
He really wished he could do something for her right now, and as long as she asked, he would agree, because of his guilt, he wanted to make it up to her.
Ou Lan pouted angrily, "Can't you go to sleep?"
Zhan Moxiao suddenly felt a warmth rising from within, he could see his little wife was worried about him.
He smiled and took back the book, "I slept a lot at night, I'm not sleepy now. You go play with the kids, don't mind me."
Ou Lan snatched the book back and pressed it under the documents, "You're lying!" She glared at him angrily, "I got up in the middle of the night and clearly saw that you hadn't slept at all. Although I don't know why you're so eager to read this book, I hope you take care of yourself. You're the head of the family, the pillar of the household. If you fall ill, what would happen to the three of us?"
