"I dumped him!"
Ahem.
The corners of Jiang Tingxu's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Dumped him?
What a liar!
"He'll cry when he wakes up."
The man stopped typing.
"He's almost four years old. It's time for him to sleep alone."
What he said was dignified and righteous. In fact, his mind was full of calculations.
Jiang Tingxu did not dispute him.
"If he wakes up in the middle of the night and cries, you go and comfort him."
"Okay!"
The man agreed quickly.
Jiang Tingxu did not say anything more. She picked up her phone and started browsing the news in bed.
Mo Boyuan had to finish the work that had accumulated in the past few days. It would take some time.
Half an hour passed. Jiang Tingxu was sleepy. She placed her phone on the bedside table and said, "I'm turning in."
"Okay, I'll work for a while more."
