“Why do you have my number?”
“I saved it myself. What’s Wrong?”
”...”
Then how did you save it.
Si Mancheng did not want to ask these questions anymore. He missed this little girl very much. “Are You Home? Did your Mommy Hit You?”
“No, mommy usually can’t bear to hit me.”
“That’s good.”
“Uncle, can you tell me a bedtime story? Mommy won’t even tell me, but I really want to hear it,”Mu Zheng pleaded pitifully.
Si Mancheng heard her soft voice, so how could he resist? He didn’t even hesitate to pour oil into the pot, let alone tell a story.
He immediately searched for a story and began to tell it to the little girl.
By the time he finished, there was no response on his phone.
He looked at the time. He actually talked for a whole hour.
No wonder the little girl fell asleep.
Si Mancheng got up and went to take a shower. He also fell asleep very quickly. He slept very soundly that night.