Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ming Ansheng had no intention of answering the call. But Xiaojiao, who was with her playing toys, stretched her hand and answered the call.
She placed the phone to her ear and said, “Hello, you want to talk to my uncle?”
Her voice was sweet and pleasant.
She casually glanced at Su Yue and Ming Ansheng. “Uncle Ming is carrying my mommy.”
“Okay.” Xiaojiao nodded and raised the phone. “Uncle, there is another uncle looking for you.”
Ming Ansheng was ashen-faced. “Tell him that I don’t want to talk to him.”
“Sure, I’ll chat with Xiaojiao then.”
Xiaojiao accidentally pressed on the loudspeaker and Lu Yinan’s voice echoed all around all of a sudden. “It’s getting late…” said Lu Yinan in an attempt to tease.
Something struck him and he grinned. “Oh yeah, it’s morning in N City. He is so passionate early in the morning.”
Su Yue felt as if her cheeks were burning. She leaped off Ming Ansheng’s arms and landed on her feet.
Ming Ansheng knew that she had slipped through his fingers, and now, frustration boiled in the pit of his stomach. He snatched the phone from Xiaojiao and snapped, “What is the matter.”
Young Master Lu sensed his hostility and frustration, and he smirked slyly to himself. “Although you had been through a long dry spell, you still need to take it slow. Some parts might not be functioning well after such a long time.”
Ming Ansheng furrowed his eyebrows and snarled. “Your mouth stinks. If there is nothing else, scram.”
He stole a glance at Su Yue.
Su Yue, who had succumbed to his embrace and kisses earlier on, was already playing with Xiaojiao.
Ming Ansheng knew that there was no way he could salvage this situation. He swore that he would beat Lu Yinan up if he was in the capital city right now.
It had been four long years since he had a woman. To a normal man, this agony was indescribable.
The more Young Master Ming brood over this, the more he fumed.
Young Master Lu chuckled and said, “Your mouth stinks, too. What can you expect from a hog but a grunt?”
“Go as far as you can.”
Ming Ansheng spat and warned Lu Yinan. He was about to end the call.
Lu Yinan knew that Ming Ansheng was about to hang up, and so he spoke in a more serious manner. “Zhou Shuang brought First Lu and Third Lu to N City.”
It was Ming Ansheng’s turn to rejoice in his misfortune. “What do you mean?”
Lu Yinan smiled and said, “You’re so smart. Do you need me to spell it out?”
Of course, Ming Ansheng knew what he wanted. He smirked coldly. “But… that’s not the attitude of someone who needs help.”
Lu Yinan sneered coldly too. “Ming Ansheng, do you think you have won Su Yue over completely?”
Ming Ansheng snorted loudly and he raised his chin. “Even if I haven’t, it has nothing to do with you.”
It was true that Lu Yinan had nothing to do with this. Xuxu and Yan Rusheng were the ones whom he should pander to if there was a need to. Lu Yinan glumly said, “It’s almost Chinese New Year. Help me get First Lu and Third Lu back.”
Ming Ansheng frowned. “The children are with their mother. What rights do I have to bring them back? Lu Yinan, did you damage your brain?”
