“I have no time to go to your place. So take Ansheng to my place.” Ye Sichen said coldly.

Before Xia Nuan spoke, he hung up the phone directly.

Xia Nuan stared at the phone for a while, cleared up a little, and then she walked out of the bedroom, holding the sleeping Ansheng.

Wuyou and Nianci rubbed their eyes, and looked at her sleepily.

“Mom, where are you going?”

Wuyou asked Xia Nuan.

She kissed Ansheng ...