Borrowing People
Shen Tianhong generally never refused his son's requests.
"Just go find your Uncle Tianxiao. Stop bothering me!"
Shen Tianhong hung up directly.
On the other end, Shen Tianhong tossed his phone aside.
He looked at Sikong Lan, who was leaning against the headboard.
Her silk pajamas had slipped lightly down, exposing her round, fair shoulders.
Her skin gave off a soft glow like mutton-fat jade, and beneath the warm yellow bedside light, it seemed even more lustrous.
Her long hair was scattered messily, several strands playfully draped over her chest.
With her faint breaths, those strands swayed almost imperceptibly.
Her eyes were half-lidded, carrying a languid, hazy charm.
That face was one he could never get enough of, not even after several lifetimes.
He suddenly pounced on her and hugged her.
Sikong Lan hurriedly raised a hand to press against him. "You again..."
"You're driving me crazy. One more time!"
"If you want to blame someone, blame your son for waking me up!"
"Mm..." Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was already sealed.
Only after kissing for a long while did he pull away.
"You... why are you in such a hurry? I just changed into this nightgown, and you tore it again!"
Shen Tianhong chuckled. "How about we make another one?"
Sikong Lan rolled her eyes at him. "No. One already gives me a headache. If there's another, I'll be driven mad."
"I'm just waiting to become a grandmother now. I don't want anything else!"
With that, the battle quietly began.
Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao looked at Yun Zhiyi beside him.
He raised a hand and pointed at the phone. "He's so arrogant. No one has ever dared to be this arrogant in front of this young master!"
Yun Zhiyi burst into laughter. "Why don't you say