When Fang Yunshu got home, it was already past midnight.
She opened the door carefully, trying not to make a sound, afraid that she would wake her daughter.
She gently turned on the light at the entrance, and the living room was dimly lit.
Fang Yunshu was startled when she saw something dark in the living room.
When she got closer, she saw a large bouquet of red roses.
Fang Yunshu's lips curled up into a smile.
At this moment, footsteps came from the bedroom. Ye Xiaofei had already walked out of the bedroom.
Fang Yunshu immediately stopped smiling.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Ye Xiaofei said, "What time is it already? Why are you only back now? You can't work like this."
There was a hint of resentment and heartache in his words.
Fang Yunshu rolled her eyes at Ye Xiaofei and said, "I already hurried back. It's not like I do this every day. You're not happy to pick up the child for a day?"