An Irreparable Bug
Editor: Atlas Studios
Ling Sheng carried two blankets over. When Jun Shiyan took them from her, she let him into the room. "Father, there's not enough blankets at home. There's an air conditioner switched on in this room, so the two of you don't have to cover up so much. It's too cold outside. The Third Master will catch a cold if he sleeps outside."
Huo Ci's lips curled up coldly as he gave the duo a disdainful look. Even if he froze to death, it had nothing to do with him. But he did not speak either.
Ling Sheng knew that his silence meant consent. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Father."
Jun Shiyan was also very sensible and thanked him politely. "Thank you, Father-in-law."
When An Yan came over to deliver something, his eyes nearly dropped to the ground. For the sake of wooing his wife, the Third Master did not even care about his face anymore. He was actually setting up a bed to sleep on the floor. Impressive!