Luo Yuming looked at his phone, glanced at the bathroom where water was flowing, and cleared his throat, "This is Luo Yuming."
"Yuming, where are you guys? Right now!" Zheng Haoyu didn't seem too surprised and immediately asked.
"I might tell you if you promise me one thing." Luo Yuming sat down calmly on the bed, undoing a button on his shirt with one hand.
"What is it?"
"Give me one of your sons."
"..." The other side was silent for a few seconds, and Luo Yuming moved the phone a bit further as Zheng Haoyu's angry roar came through, "No way! That's my son! If you want one, have your own!"
Luo Yuming was speechless, no wonder they're father and son, they speak the same way!
"Then don't expect to know where we are." Luo Yuming snorted, "I'm not stealing your son, just asking for a godson and you're so stingy!"
