Mu Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows in a playful manner and watched his son run to the door.

Of course, it's a little unkind, but to dispel Yueyue's fervent worship of the night scene, she had to do it again.

Yueyue ran all the way to the door, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the door handle, just opened the door a crack, his mouth suddenly opened into an O-shaped.

As the crack in the door widened gradually, Mu Xiaoqian saw the man standing outside the door as if he was about to knock on the door, and her face suddenly froze.

"Less night, less night?" Yueyue's crisp voice sounded. He opened the...