*Ring... Ring...*
The sound of her smartphone startled Yi An, and she asked Tang Xiao to stop. "Please stop and leave, Feng Xiao. My husband is calling me."
"Yes, madam." Tang Xiao didn't argue and walked away. 'Xiao Ai, eavesdrop on their conversation.'
[Yes, Master.]
Yi An was relieved to see Tang Xiao leaving, and she hurriedly calmed herself down before running to bed. She took her smartphone from her bag, lay down on the bed, and accepted the call. "Why are you calling me at night like this, husband?"
[It's nothing serious, and I just wanted to talk to you about some things.]
"Tell me." Yi An casually listened to Ouyang Hong, but her mind was preoccupied with the sensation. 'Sigh! Luckily he called me, or else I would have been affected by the sensation of Feng Xiao's massage, and something disastrous might have happened between us.'
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Tang Xiao didn't leave the main house; instead, he went to Ouyang Qing's room, as she had previously requested.
