Chapter Eighty-Two
"It's past ten. The door's shut—has Xiaoxun not gotten up yet? Is he home?"
Half-awake and groggy, Ye Nanxun vaguely heard his father's voice outside the door, followed by several heavy footsteps.
The footsteps abruptly stopped, and before long, his mother's quiet complaint sounded.
"Oh, what are you doing? It's the weekend. Xiaoxun doesn't have to work today, so let him sleep a little longer. Why are you knocking? Don't knock."
Ye Xiangsong said something else, and the voices by the door gradually faded away, growing quieter until everything fell silent.
Unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream, Ye Nanxun sank back into a deep sleep.
Something cool and smooth—a slippery eggshell—gently brushed against the tip of his nose.
Ye Nanxun narrowed his eyes as the blurry patches of color before him gradually took shape.
"Daddy! Good morning, Daddy!"
"Daddy, Daddy! Good afternoon, Daddy!"
Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling warmth across the floor.
Tiny specks of dust scattered the light in every direction, like fragments of stars belonging only to daylight and sunshine.
"Daddy, Daddy! Daddy, I love you!"
Mushroom Egg swayed beside the pillow, occasionally toppling over like a roly-poly toy to gently nuzzle the omega's forehead and nose, then wobbling back upright.
A lively, adorable children's song played from the phone, though it kept repeating the same few lines as if it had gotten stuck.
Ye Nanxun lifted his eyelids and blinked lightly. A hint of clarity appeared in his pale green eyes.
"The last time they used a signal jammer, was it because of you that I could keep talking to Yan Beiyou on the phone?" A smart omega could always find traces of the truth in the smallest details.
The noisy children's song babbled on from the phone. Seeing that