Mu Xingye felt an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy when he saw the caller ID.
Even if it was just a simple message from her.
Just telling him that she wouldn't come back tonight could excite him immensely.
As soon as he answered the call, Baby Mu's voice came through.
"Daddy!"
"Baby Mu? Why are you still up so late?" Mu Xingye asked, somewhat perplexed.
The call turned out to be from Baby Mu.
"Daddy, mommy's drunk, not coming home, sleeping at grandpa's, daddy, don't worry, Baby Mu will take care of mommy." Baby Mu spoke very slowly, making sure to express his thoughts clearly.
Mu Xingye understood everything.
"Mommy... drank alcohol?"
"Mm, drank a little," Baby Mu obediently said.
In truth, he couldn't quite discern whether it was a lot or a little. But saying it like this should make daddy happy.
Mu Xingye saw through his son's intentions.
Such a small child, already so good at comforting others, he thought with quiet pride.
