After a bath, Su Xingyue, wearing a strappy nightgown, was leaning against the headboard of the bed.
Next to her, two brats were seated; one glared with wide eyes, and the other was intently sucking on his finger.
"Keep your voice down, don't frighten them..." Su Xingyue sighed helplessly as she reminded him.
This man, already a father, couldn't he change his quick temper a bit? He was still as prone to outbursts as he ever was.
It was ironical that when she was first pregnant, she had fantasized that after giving birth, this man might become a gentle father.
Looking at it now, all those thoughts were just her imagination running wild.
Just look at the man now; he didn't seem gentle in the slightest.
...
After hearing what Su Xingyue had said, Nan Yuling's expression did not improve; instead, it turned even uglier!
He suppressed the anger within him and asked her in annoyance.
"Su Xingyue, are you serious?"