"Daddy! Didn't Mom go to Auntie's?"
Huanhuan reminded.
Mu Yichen finally snapped out of it, turning to look at his daughter.
Unable to recall what he had just told his daughter, he instinctively reached out to touch her long hair: "Shall we get up?"
"Okay!"
Huanhuan nodded, still looking at her dad with some concern.
In this house, the one who can't do without Qin Mu the most isn't the two little ones, but the nearly 1.9-meter big guy.
It wasn't until after nine that Qin Mu called him at the office that Mu Yichen felt at ease.
When Qin Mu opened her eyes, she turned on her phone, only to find several messages coming through—it was all love calls from her husband.
Mu Yichen frowned when he heard the phone ringing, but when he saw it was from his dear wife, he relaxed and leisurely answered: "Finally answer the phone?"
"Why did you make so many calls to me? Last night you wouldn't hang up the video call, so my phone shut down on its own."
Qin Mu softly explained.
