He slowly bent down, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands crossed, his slender fingers gradually tightening. It was obvious that his heart was already surging.

Liu Zhiyuan was a little excited, her hands clutching her sleeves. "Hubby, tell me what to do next?"

She was both excited and nervous. Song Cheng and Ya Tong knew each other's identities, but they had been lurking, which was too dangerous. She didn't know what they were planning in private.

Song Ling's deep eyes narrowed slightly into a narrow arc, and he raised his wrist to check the time. The next moment, he stood up straight.

Liu Zhiyuan's small body was also helped by him to stand up. A blankness flashed across her clear eyes. "What's wrong?"

Song Ling suddenly said, "Let's go home first and talk about this later."

We are clearly discussing something and Xu Su is here, why do you suddenly want to go home?

Before Liu Zhiyuan could ask the question, Song Ling pointed at his watch and said calmly, "I promised the little guy that I would go home half an hour earlier every day to play football with him."

Liu Zhiyuan's face suddenly blossomed into a soft smile, like the sunlight reflected on the lake, and she suddenly realized.

"So you suddenly went off topic just to go home and spend time with the little rascal?"

Song Ling had already bent down to take her coat, "What else? You have to do it if you promised him!"

Liu Zhiyuan passively enjoyed the man's intimate actions, obediently stretching out her left arm and then her right arm.

After she put on her coat, she glanced at Xu Su, who was obviously left aside, and whispered, "Honey, let's finish what we're talking about first. It doesn't matter if you stay a little longer that night."