The Truth About the Child (1)

It was already late when Wei Ting returned from the palace. Su Xiaoxiao couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep. There was a light in the room for him.

If he felt that she didn't have him in her heart, she still knew to leave the light on for him. If he felt that she had him in her heart, she would always anger him to death.

Wei Ting came to the bed, lifted the veil, and poked a certain someone's sleeping face with his slender fingers.

He couldn't wake her up.

He looked at the bruises on her body and frowned.

The sisters-in-law were too ruthless. The little fat peacock was very afraid of pain.

In the end, Wei Ting could not bear to wake her up. He went to take a cold shower and had just lay down when Wei Liulang came over.

"Little Seven, it's me."

Wei Liulang said gloomily.

Wei Ting went to open the door for him.

He was carrying three sleeping brats in his arms with a bitter expression.