You're not qualified to control me

Mo Yancheng's phone kept ringing!

She reached out her hand and wanted to push him away, but mo Yancheng's tall body pressed against hers! It was as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

"Uncle, a phone call!" She panted slightly and motioned for him to answer the phone.

One must know that mo Yancheng's phone never had any idle calls! Usually, when it rang, it meant that something had happened.

"Don't bother about him. " He said in a low voice.

What could be more important than doting on his wife? He really knew how to pick a time to call!

"Uncle, don 't. Answer it." As she spoke, her small hands kept crawling. Finally, she hung up the phone and handed it to him.

The fire in mo Yancheng's dark eyes had not been extinguished! He chuckled when he saw her hand the phone over. He stepped aside and took the phone.

"Hello," he said.