Sure enough, as soon as those words left his lips, Mu Wanqing's face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and she spat, "You're being improper again! Who told you to tire yourself out so much last night! Who forced you to work overtime at noon?"
The man chuckled, his tone bright and low, "You rarely take the initiative, so of course I couldn't disappoint."
"..." Mu Wanqing held her phone, momentarily at a loss for words.
She had thought she'd hidden her feelings well, but it turned out he had seen through her all along.
"Don't feel shy. I really like the passionate, proactive side of you." Bantering flirtatiously with her, Wen Zhan's mood noticeably improved, and his expression softened.
"Look at the two of them, sleeping so soundly, their positions identical, arms raised like they're surrendering." Wen Zhan walked to the children's side, aimed the camera toward the crib under the dim glow of the nightlight.