I really deserve to die!
Li Peifeng felt guilty and decided to make a good breakfast to make up for Old Zhao.
"I'm… alright, just insomnia, how are you doing recently, any discomfort after getting pregnant?"
"Just occasionally nauseous, and with age, I really can't make it this time… Sorry, Qingge, I should have been there on such occasions."
"Don't worry about it, I'll visit Ningyuan City to see you next time."
"Mm-hmm, is your uncle there? Just put the phone on the coffee table, pretend I'm there too, and then let's talk about business."
"Okay."
Zhao Qingge and Li Qiyuan sat at each end of the sofa, and Yu Huizhi was placed on the coffee table, examining the large space left between the two...
"Someone's missing, where's Fengfeng?"
Li Peifeng shouted loudly, "I'm cooking, she hasn't had breakfast yet."
