He casually stored the information into his spatial ring, and in a flash, he was beside Fuya. He said lovingly but helplessly, "You little troublemaker."

Fu Ya stuck out her tongue playfully, looking very cute.

Martin waved his hand, signaling Fu Ya to go back, and he would go find Qiao Vian himself.

After saying that, he raised his hand and drew a space crack in the air, stepped directly into it, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at Qiao Vian's bedroom.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the maids who met Martin knelt down and saluted.

Martin hurried to the bedroom.

Jovian was playing with her son Peter. When she noticed Martin's arrival, she immediately looked pitiful.

She said to Peter in the crib, "Ah, baby, your father really treats you differently. Back then, in order to reach your father's standards, your mother practiced hard day and night."

"But who could have imagined that Fuya would be promoted to a lower-level god in such a short time? Baby, tell me, isn't this unfair to your father?"

As she spoke, she pretended to cry a few times. Seeing this, Martin hurried forward, gently hugged Qiao Wei'an from behind, and gently coaxed her: "Hey, don't cry, don't cry. It's for your own good that I don't make a contract with you."

"After all, once you sign a contract, I always feel that you are no longer the pure you. Look, who else in my White Family has signed a contract?"

"Don't worry, if it's a matter of lifespan, I will definitely sign a contract with you. And in this empire, you will always be the queen, and this will never change."

Qiao Wei'an turned around, hugged Martin tightly, and said coquettishly: "You said that if I want to sign a contract, you are not allowed to refuse."

"Don't worry, you are unique and irreplaceable to me."

Martin quickly agreed. Qiao Wei'an was filled with joy, and the awkwardness in her heart had long since disappeared.

The two of them exchanged sweet words with each other, completely forgetting Peter who was standing beside them.