Early in the morning, the villa kept receiving phone calls.
The media somehow got access to the private villa's phone number and kept calling, eager to pry into Qin Youxuan's thoughts, desperate to confirm Yu Xiuzhun and Ye Mingmei's relationship.
"Is Yu Xiuzhun really after Mingmei, or is he just taking his anger out on her?"
"That has nothing to do with you."
Dan Hanjie adjusted his seating position, cradling little Tingye in his arms.
The little guy was drowsy, his chubby hands clutching Dan Hanjie's chest tightly, smacking his little lips as if dreaming of eating something delicious.
"If you dare drool on my shirt, I'll throw you into the trash along with it." Dan Hanjie looked down at the sticky little rice ball on his chest and cursed menacingly.
"Grandma..."
The little guy turned over, his delicate little face tilted slightly upward, sticking out his little tongue to lick his small lips, craving milk.
