Xiu Xi didn't answer, paid the phone bill, and then returned to his room, his expression cold, completely different from the tenderness he had displayed while on the phone.
Who would have thought such a small child could have two faces? The middle-aged man shrugged indifferently, pocketing the money in his inner garment and adjusting his overcoat before closing his eyes as well.
After the call, Ruan Jiaojiao had a good sleep, and so did Xiu Xi, who was also looking forward to returning home tomorrow. However, someone from the Duan Family couldn't sleep at all.
Duan Xin thought about the person he had seen during the day and his father's recent long trip. The more he thought about it, the less he could sleep, so he simply sat up in bed, put on his slippers, and opened his room door to step out.
