"Mommy, I'm sleepy," Xiao Yan yawned.
"Come here, sleep in mommy's arms for a bit," she said.
Lan Xin Ai hugged Xiao Yan, and before they knew it, both drifted off to sleep.
Outside the window, starlight flooded the earth.
As soon as Xi Yemo left the conference room, his secretary quickly approached, "President, Mrs. and the young master have arrived."
"When?" The man's eyes narrowed in surprise.
Checking her watch, the secretary replied, "Two hours ago."
As her words fell, the air seemed to freeze.
"Why didn't you tell me at the time?" Xi Yemo's tone was very cold.
"Mrs. asked me not to tell you," the secretary said, feeling wronged.
Xi Yemo ignored the secretary and strode into his office; upon entering, he saw mother and son lying on the couch, sleeping sweetly.
The little lady's face was picturesque, and her long eyelashes under the light made him want to kiss her.
