Speaking of which, he felt a bit downhearted, and rubbed his head against Su Yuxun's head, disregarding his image.
"Oh, so it's a story of a heartbreaker having a pang of conscience and then being abandoned again." Su Yuxun nodded earnestly, and slid down from Cheng Yun's lap, ignoring his teeth-grinding expression, picked up the cup from the table, and waddled towards the room.
Cheng Yun sat on the sofa with eyes almost popping out, yet it did not pose any threat to Su Yuxun.
Cheng Yun, upholding the excellent character of a good man in the new world, got up to make breakfast, hurriedly ate a little, called Su Tiantian and Su Yuxun to get up, and then quickly left.
At the breakfast table, Su Yuxun casually placed a small, delicate voice recorder on the table, eating breakfast slowly.
Su Tiantian raised her eyebrows, "What is this?"
"A voice recorder." Su Yuxun gave her a disdainful look.
