Kim Xiayan looked up at the time, stared at her phone wide, and hurriedly sent a message.

[Dear, I can’t talk anymore, I’m going to make money on milk powder for our baby in the future.]

After sending the message, she quickly started to delete the text message, and kept clicking it because Park Tae-yeon had no way to delete it, so she could only delete it one by one.

"Oh, why did you accidentally send so much?"

After typing for a long time, I still haven't finished checking it. I heard the sound of ringing the doorbell in my ears. Jin Xiayan's little hand accelerated again, and after looking at it, I quickly confirmed that I deleted it.

"Little Burial! I'm back, do you hold my phone? No one has ever looked for me?"

"The phone is here! I'm charging you, no one is looking for you."

Park Tae-young's voice at the door was a little depressed.

"Oh, that's it!"

Kim Xia-yeon threw the phone next to her, patted her little hand, and muttered again.
Chapter completed!