"I know you can control the lights and the door with your phone, but... don't try to control me."
Su Xiaomeng's words sounded casual, yet the weight they put on Yin Shixiu was significant.
Yin Shixiu stood there in a daze, unable to understand why his wife would use the word "control." After so many years of being together, how could the word "control" emerge between them?
After saying this, Su Xiaomeng didn't care how Yin Shixiu reacted and simply closed the guest room door.
Yin Shixiu was left standing outside the guest room door...
He wasn't sure how long he stood there or how long he thought...
All he knew was that when he came to his senses, a pair of bright black eyes, shaped very much like Su Xiaomeng's but with a spirit more like his own, were staring up at him intently.
"Huaiyu, did Dad wake you?"
Yin Shixiu squatted down, meeting his son's gaze.
In just the blink of an eye, it seemed, his son and daughter had already grown to seven years old.
