Qin Nanyu had originally only wanted to put on an act, using the care of his son to curry favor with Ji Weitian.
Now, what a situation—they'd actually set up the stage for him, so how was he to continue the performance?
"Cough cough!"
Qin Nanyu cleared his throat.
Telling a bedtime story to a child wasn't something he had never done before.
But it was the first time doing it in front of Ji Weitian, and Qin Nanyu felt oddly nervous, like a dad going for a job interview, afraid that a single poor performance would get him cut from the role.
The pressure was greater than betting all his possessions, making him extremely tense.
"I'm a bit thirsty," Qin Nanyu licked his lips, intentionally dragging out the time.
Ideally, the two little ones would fall asleep on their own, so he wouldn't have to tell them a bedtime story.
But seeing the two sprightly children, he feared that even after two more hours, they wouldn't necessarily be asleep.
