When the intercom phone at the door rang, Fu Mingyu barely frowned.
Looking at the sleeping Wen Nuan in his arms, Fu Mingyu ignored the persistent ringing, carefully placing Wen Nuan back on the bed.
About to leave, he worried that Wen Nuan might wake up, so he went to the guest room, took the pink chubby McDull from the bed, and placed it in Wen Nuan's arms.
Watching the little girl nuzzle McDull's big nose, her lips curved into a satisfied smile, Fu Mingyu finally went downstairs at ease.
When the intercom phone rang again, Fu Mingyu answered it, and the security guard at the gate dutifully asked, "Third Young Master, there are three guests here saying they're going to your house, should I let them in?"
The screen switched to reveal the faces of Wen Yiming's family of three.
"Let them in then."
Speaking in a deep voice, Fu Mingyu hung up the phone.
