Yanjing, Xiaojia Villa.

In the bedroom, Lin Mohao lay beside Xiaoyang, hugging his neck, and the birds depended on each other.

Xiao Yang stared at the ceiling, thinking about things, and did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Lin Mohan broke the silence and whispered in Xiaoyang's ear, "Husband, the call you received before was not from your unit, was it?"

Xiao Yang smiled.

He knew that his expression at that time could not hide Lin Mohao.

"You guess right, the phone is not from the unit, but from the predecessors of Ming Ming Dynasty."

Lin Mohan's eyes were fixed when he heard the phone call from King Ming....