Bab 95: Chapter 95: The More We Talk, the Less Clear It Becomes (Part 2)

The call didn't go through!

Since six in the evening until now, nine at night, Su Xiaoyue's phone had been off.

Fan Shaoming's frown was tightly knit.

The little one in his arms seemed to be sleeping restlessly, he hastily and gently patted him a few times, and Fan Mingyu continued to sleep deeply. The little guy, for some reason tonight, insisted that Daddy had to accompany him to sleep.

Fan Shaoming had no choice but to stay by his son's side, accompanying him to fall asleep.

Looking down, he gazed at his son's peacefully sleeping little face, handsome and endearing. The sleeping Mingyu was like a cute little angel, without the arrogance of the daytime, without the naughtiness, quiet and tranquil, sleeping soundly. His little mouth slightly pouted, even more adorable.