Xiao Moli was speechless at the conversation between his mom and his wife, and glanced at Xiao Chengyu who was following behind his mom.
Daddy, manage your wife.
Xiao Chengyu looked back at him, the wife's words are imperial edicts, the wife is always right.
The two henpecked husbands had a profound and intense exchange of glances, Xiao Moli's lips twitched, he took off his jacket, and said to An Ziqi, "You, come upstairs with me."
Then he turned and walked upstairs.
An Ziqi, reminded of his threat to clean her up, immediately played dumb and reached out to hug Little Xiao'an in Nuoyan's arms.
"I... I still need to take care of Little Xiao'an, we can talk about this later tonight."
Thinking about nighttime, no no, she regretted it, feeling it might be better to talk about everything tomorrow.
Tonight, it would be safer for her to sleep with Xiao Yining.
