In the lift, she tugged at Yin Shaojie's sleeve and whispered into his ear, "How about moving back to the mansion? We only have one bedroom here and it would be inconvenient for Xiaomeng to live here."
Yin Shaojie's pretty eyebrows moved. It was just as he had expected — Xiaoxiao's solution was to move back to the Yin residence.
Upon seeing that he wasn't replying, Mu Xiaoxiao's expression turned gloomy. "It's the only way… since you don't like to sleep on the sofa."
Yin Shaojie smiled. He snaked an arm around her waist. If there was no one else around, he would have kissed her.
He felt blessed to have such an understanding and concerned wife!
He patted her head and moving his lips close to her ear, replied, "Relax, your friend isn't going to live with us."
"She's not? Why isn't she?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him in confusion.
"You'll understand later."