Tang Anzhi was awakened by a series of phone rings. She hadn't even opened her eyes before reaching out to answer, yet someone else was quicker.
Huangfu Zheng grabbed the phone and shut off the annoying ringtone.
"Hey, why did you hang up my call? What if it was something urgent?" Tang Anzhi complained, giving their entangled bodies a shove.
"It was my mom." Huangfu Zheng grunted, his voice hoarse and rough. "You don't have to worry about the call I hung up on; she'll know it was me."
Indeed, Huangfu Zheng was right. As soon as Ruan Shiyun saw her call had been cut off, her eyes lit up with a smile. Without guessing, she knew this was her dear son's doing because Xiaozhi never hung up on her calls.
Her son cutting off the call at this time only meant one thing: he must be busy creating a granddaughter for her.
