At ten o'clock at night, Su Hongxing still didn't see Little Pudding come home, and she started to worry: "I should call Fu Yan and ask him to bring Little Pudding back quickly."
"At this time, Little Pudding is definitely asleep. If you call, you'll just wake her up. Honey, let's call Fu Yan tomorrow."
Looking at Su Hongxing's red lips, Ye Qilan was tempted.
But remembering how exhausted Su Hongxing was last night, he suppressed his desires.
"But will she be comfortable sleeping at Fu Yan's house?" Su Hongxing was very worried.
"If you keep worrying like this, the child will never grow up. Trust me, if she wanted to come home, she'd have done so by now. Honey, sleep." Ye Qilan coaxed and tricked, finally persuading Su Hongxing to go to bed.
Before sleeping, Su Hongxing was still preoccupied with thoughts of Little Pudding, worried that the child might not be comfortable at Fu Yan's place.
