Your Gift
Editor: Atlas Studios
Then, she strode toward her son excitedly. "Xiaoqi, sleep with Mommy tonight!"
Xiaoqi ran out of his room with a pillow in his arms and took a look at Huo Ci, who was standing at the kitchen door with a dark face. He smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm sleeping with Mommy tonight. You can sleep alone!"
Huo Ci gritted his teeth and shot him a cold look. Look at this heartless brat. Now that his mother was back, he was nothing, right?
That brat!
Just you wait!
He would make a fuss about sleeping with him again in the future. If he relented and agreed, his surname would not be Huo!
The living room fell silent, and the lights were switched off.
Huo Ci stood alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes. All he could hear was the sound of water flowing. His handsome face was gloomy. The more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt. He was so angry that he wanted to smash the plate he was holding. In the end, he put it down gently.