His elder sister hurriedly got out of bed and was straightening her clothes; her lips were red, not swollen but as if they had been ravished. Looking at her dad, he was impeccably dressed, yet a mischievous air lingered in his handsome brows and eyes.
Huangfu Minxue might not fully understand, but he could sense the unusual tension in the air.
Faced with his son's questions, Huai Fu Yueming lazily glanced at him, "You'll have to get used to it in the future."
"What do you mean?" Huangfu Minxue didn't understand.
"You might find that your elder sister and I won't come out for the entire night."
What?
Huangfu Minxue felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
At that moment, Mi Yao hurried over and patted Little Bud's head, "Little guy, your dad is just joking with you. I was just discussing some matters with your dad which took a bit of time. Don't overthink it. Come on, let's go have breakfast."
