Chapter 606, the warm little halo of the message

stains a room of tenderness.

Ling Xian is holding Mu Tianxing's shoulder, sitting by the bed, listening to the music on his mobile phone, waiting for Mu Yize to answer the phone.

Soon, the familiar voice sounded: "Star, still awake?"

"Dad, what are you doing?" Mu Tianxing leans over his head, leans in Ling Xian's arms, closes his eyes and enjoys his little face.

Ling Gen gently pinched her rounded chin, with a delicate and delicate feel, like a new Lagerstroemia petal, which is lovely.

The phone is on the speaker right now, and it's on Ling's chest.

Mu Yize's voice...