After the family gathering dispersed, upon returning to the bedroom, Li Wanzi followed Gu Xiaoer like a little bell, holding something in her hand, looking all secretive.
Han Luoli frowned and glared at his son, with his long arms and legs directly blocking the doorway, not letting the little guy in, looking like he was saying if there's something to say, speak up, if not, step aside.
"Da Luoluo, don't be like this!" Gu Xiaoer came over to scold her husband.
A certain jealous pot had no choice but to retract his arms and legs, muttering, "Alright, whatever my wife says goes! Today, you're the boss!"
Li Wanzi: So, my birthday actually has nothing to do with me…
Gu Xiaoer pulled the little guy into the room and extended an enthusiastic invitation, "Baby, do you want to sleep with mommy tonight?"
